stolen from somewhere

i swear i stay up late at night

out of some general protest,

but when there’s nobody to tell me to come to bed

it isn’t really a contest.

when i wake up in the morning,

i feel like all the kindness has been drained out of me,

and i spend hours just wincing,

and trying to regain some sense of peace.

how am i not supposed to feel so alone,

when i go to this same room,

every night

and sleep in the same bed,

every night

the same bed

.

and the yellow lamp

that makes me feel so much colder in its contrast.