#midnightpoet
I am my mother’s favorite daughter
The answer to all her wishes and dreams
A companion she couldn’t find in my father
Or at least that’s how it seems
I am the one she has spoiled rotten
The one who is always painted by greed
But the burden that comes with all I have gotten
Is that I’m never just allowed to be me
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 4:08 AM UTC
Sometimes the s in she gets caught in my throat
And the girl I’m about to see turns into a he
That one simple letter that I never wrote
Like its existence just embarrasses me
I’m just not quite there! I can’t admit it out loud
Because what if it makes them think I’m odd?
I’m too scared to let myself stand out in the crowd
To let others see how permanently I’m flawed
So, I choose my fears above my love for her
And pretend I’m something I never were
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 4:35 PM UTC
In the darkness of midnight, the moon turns away its face
I settle down behind my desk and write down my fate
I’ll form my sorrow in the shapes of lyrics and lines
Ones that won’t make sense in the bright morning light
The pen that bleeds ink made from my hatred and guilt
Words like stones that bring down the walls I have built
I’m the midnight poet, my safety the silence before dawn
So, at first light, all these thoughts will be gone.
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 4:39 PM UTC