Opposites Poem by Sarah Anne Masotti

Look here,
under this burning sun,
it separates us from heaven and hell,
good and evil.
But what happens when the sun goes down?
Evil comes out of everyone,
and we all become one.
What's right, is right,
and what's wrong is wrong.
I can see the distance in your eyes,
and thats me in the corner, thats me in the spotlight,
every whisper,
and every waking hour,
I'm choosing my confessions,
trying to keep an eye on you.