Shall I write about my hopes for tomorrow
Or my accomplishments for today?
Or maybe the regrets that continue to haunt me,
Or the secrets I can’t say
Out loud because when the sun is up
We’re all critics passing judgment,
But when the light gives way to darkness
We all cower in our blankets.
There’s something about the absence of light
That, in me, ignites a spark
To divulge every lie, every sin, every pitiful thought
Because we’re all the same in the dark.
But when the sun rises
And the birds sing their tune,
When you see what I’ve written
Underneath the full moon,
When you wake up tomorrow
To welcome another new day,
If you read the things I write tonight
I wonder what you’ll say.
Will you judge me for being honest
At a time when we find comfort in our shame
When the ugly and the truth are identical
Or will you point to me and say,
This girl of contradictions
Of anxiety, doubt and spite
This girl reminds me so much of me
Before I sleep every night?
So what shall I write tonight
Shall I write the words you wish to see?
Or shall I write the ugly truth
Whose words may set me free?