Nyctophilia

Anon

You see, the story has a twist...

I'm not some far away stranger, on a barren cold land; I’m the one who lives in your colony, your sand.

We see the same city lights, before we sleep, the same cold air, wraps you and me.

We walk on the same road, sit in the same room, talk to each other and message on facebook too.

But you’re unknown to all these twisted facts that fill ice in my stomach, and shake my hands.

You see, right now, I’m torn. You’ve know me more in five days than people have known in years alone.

You know me more than anyone will.

You know that, I sometimes cry in the night, you know that I’m insecure and paranoid.

But you know the other me too. The one that everyone knows, the one, that’s not at all true.

The one who pretends to be strong, brave and happy, not the one who soaks her pillow as the night shatters slowly.

I’m scared, oh so scared, you have no clue. How would you react, when you find out I’m broken too?

You’ll start treating me differently, won’t you? You’ll know that I’m small and vulnerable and confused.

Maybe you’ll get pissed. Oh god, panic attacks again. I don’t think I can see you like that. But I deserve it, don’t I? Lying my ass of, day and night.

You don’t know me. But you know me the most…

Maybe I’ll tell you who I am, maybe I won’t.