The clock hits 12

Midnight arrives

Bringing with itself a wave of emotions

I didn’t even know existed

Surprisingly 

It’s not the stuff that I show in the middle of the day

Like the happiness for winning that competition

Or the excitement for that coffee that we’re going to have tomorrow

Instead it’s the stuff

That I don’t even admit to myself

Like the fact that i am lost 

In the woods of my insecurities and anxieties,

Like the fact that i don’t feel like myself anymore

Or that shame i feel everytime i stand in front of my father

Because I haven't been the person he wanted me to be.

Midnight hits

And it’s funny how my soul wants to talk

About things that kill a piece of it every time they walk by

Midnight hits

And suddenly i’m not lost anymore

          But found

          In pain,

          Crying,

          Bleeding

          Bruised, 

But found

And so, so alive.