Nights

My mind has made its duty to be 

The most busy at night

Making me stay awake 

With innumerable thoughts 

And unnecessary reasons 

My mother advises me to try counting backwards or think of

something pleasant

But my mind can only conjure up thoughts which are the opposite

of pleasant 

It can only count reasons which keep me awake at night

It makes me both hate and love the night at once 

Where I am in piece but not at peace

Where there will be no witness to my turmoil but only me

Where the moon makes me feel full and empty at the same time

Where the silence 

Makes girls like me mad with its screaming.