Wish I could sleep

I stay up really late at night hoping tomorrow won't come

I hope the sun won't shine a light on who I have become

And all the monsters on my bed

Have migrated to my head

And I just really don't know what to do

And all those who poke and prod also have no clue

I am just a shiny mess strewn upon the floor

Then daytime comes and they want some more

I am the jester of the day and ghost of the night time

Peel off my skin and just have a good time

Let them know how I really am fine

Even when I can't move anymore