She's a loving girl in the day.
Her words might be sharp, but they dont cut too deep
Not because she Pities you,
But because only she
Knows the real her after lights out.

Strong, confident, and quiet
Thats how they describe her.
But at night,
Only when she's the only on listening,
She lets everything out.

Tears come out like rivers,
Silently, she cries
Not because she is too sensitive,
But dreading the tick of the clock
Each second that passes
She'll find a new piece of you to miss,

This is the art:
Of loving too much
While speaking too little
Drowning in her own worries,

She is me,
waiting for the lights to go out.