Late at night
You look up
A clear sky so to speak
Crystal clear -
You can see to other galaxies
Billions of stars
Millions of planets
All waiting for some recognition
Or to be found
I guess I, too, come out at night
For these same things.

So maybe we aren't all so different.
Alike in our emptiness
Along with our vastness
And also our sadness.
Yes we have our own variations.
Maybe in looks
Possibly in styles.
But we are more the same than anything else.

By my size or the way I dress you may judge.
But you must see a little bit of me in you.
How similar we are
Sitting out late at night
Looking for just something.

Ask me who I am
But I dont know,
"Who is me?"
Am I, the girl
My mother praises
Me to be-
Or am I the girl
The boy in my
Math class sees?
Am I the girl
I am with
My best friend-
Or am I the girl
I become at
3 am?
Am I the girl
With the
Pretty smile
Or am I the girl
With the
Obnoxious grin?
Am I the nice,
Quiet girl in
My sixth hour
Chemistry-
Or the girl
On my team
That just hates
Not to win?
Am I the
**** girl
I saw in the
Dressing stall-
Or the awkward,
Lanky girl
From the
Mirror at
The mall?
Its been hard
To find out
"Who is me?"
Because it feels
like through
Every different
Eye, is another
Girl I'd see

A soundless face that you'll soon forget,
a silhouette embroidered with loneliness

And now you only fancy hugs of darkness,
when did you gave up light?

A daydream forgotten in the way there,
desperate to love as you break my wings.

But you would see everything in kindness,
why are your eyes so teary?

The stories entangled in all these pages,
the worlds I'll never be able to touch.