Poem #198

It always happens when the night falls.
As darkness slowly starts its kingdom over
the sky, it slowly takes over your soul.
You avoid mirrors because you don’t know
what are you going to see in them.
The voice whispers in your ear: “There’s
so much more for you ahead.”
But you, so beautiful and so kind are trapped
in the misery of your own making because of
trying to fit in with the world when you were
born to stand out.