When the night air touches my skin...
I feel I'm at home, I welcome it in.
And when I'm alone is when I feel me
turning into the night.
I sit by myself; stare at the night's clouds...
I cry all alone, always been too damn proud.
Can't let them see me- won't let them know my soul
is dark as the night.
I can feel their stares- their hateful words on my sleeve...
I don't really care because the day always leaves.
And when dusk is approaching I feel happy inside-
I'm turning into the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem