She sat down beside me
and started talking about
her life.
I wasn't interested,
but if I didn't listen to her
who would?
So I nodded along
to whatever she was saying
half listening.
She played pretend
with her friends
on stage,
now she works flipping burgers
and goes to school
that's it,
I feel sad for her,
adult life has
taken over,
I hope she dreams
of a better path
for herself,
I know
she'll find it
one day.

I sleep with the lights on,
but it's not my choice.
I hate the sensation of light
hitting my face as I sleep.
Night after night I pray
the power would go out,
so and that I could rest
in the dark.
One day I'll have my own home,
and at night all will be silent,
and all will be pitch black dark;
dissolving into nothingness,
until then may the power bill go
unpaid
and the light bulbs
obsolete.