Late at Night

A poem about how I was feeling one night

The stars are so bright
this late at night. While I
sit here all alone. looking
outside at the fluorescent moon
thinking I should get to bed soon.
But sleep must have forgoten
about me that night because I
keep on looking out at the
stars my terrible day
running circles in my mind
wondering how people can be
so unkind. I write this poem to
help me feel a little more, like me.