Night Poem by jaimie campbell

The night it is a theif, it always steals from me. Taking my happiness and joy, leaving me as a broken shell.

I wish the night made me happy, so all of you could see that you are doing the best for me.

My fears they attack me when shadowed by the dark. I am defenceless and weak, where once I had been powerful and strong.

The night is not the villian, the night is not to blame. But for me its feels the night like this will always be the same.