3:14

3:14 in the morning,

Not an ounce of sleep obtained.

Why do I feel like this?

I want my emotions abstained.

I feel older and older each day,

As summer comes to an end,

Yet everyday feels the same,

With more friendships I can't seem to mend.

Often I laugh and seem happy,

Sometimes I'm quiet and sad,

Yet every single damn minute, 

I feel lonely, unwanted, and mad.

Mad that I am who I am,

Mad that I can't change the past,

Mad that I can't even sleep every night,

So mad that I feel like a sham.

I know that I'm overreacting,

And that this lack of sleep is the cause,

Because I know that I can't go back,

So I just have to deal with my flaws.

When I really consider these thoughts,

I get somewhat sad and confused,

Yet I know deep down inside,

That these feelings have been misused.

I am a good person, I swear,

Quite happy, fun, and serene,

Yet nothing can even begin to explain,

Why I'm still up at 3:14.

-Evan Parcher