5:00AM

Really messy, but I wrote this without actually stopping, that's why I left it as it is.

At moments like these, I look outside,
As I not one of the people just opening their eyes,
Watch the sunlight go through these familiar windows.

Birds fly below the clouds turning white,
Wild out in the light as if admiring it for it's beauty.
Amidst it, I see bats turn frantic
As if the sky itself displayed something so unearthly.

I close my eyes as the light turn bright,
thinking of reality and how it's tricky.
I think of the content most people feel,
while I'm right here stuck with yearning.
How others take pride in light,
I'm slowly filled with uncertainty.

I hide under the covers, for I feel bare.
As if the sunlight itself burns my garments.
I trap my ears between pilows,
As if the sky itself spews ridicule.

People like me belong to the nights,
where the land's permeated with silence.
People like me belong to the nights,
where the sky emits nothing but gentle white.
People like me belong to the nights,
for with all this light, I felt shame.