This always happens...
She gets away with everything and I with nothing.
I don't understand?
She could stab a man five times and not get in trouble,
but if I were to do that it would be a death wish?
How is she any different than me?

I sit here and stare at the blank wall in the dark,
as my mind whirls with imagination.
I see shadows,
tricks of the mind,
people in the darkness.
I know they're not real,
but I feel as if I could touch them,
reach out and feel them brush against my fingers.
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I tried.
Would I really feel someone there,
or would my fingers glide through the empty air to nothing?