I have seen the light Yet I trust the darkness more For it shows itself
I’m not sleepy yet. Please, can I stay up this once? I am too grown up!
When I’m in the wrong True regret is crippling Faking it’s a breeze
If this book I wrote Isn’t allegorical Then I’m going mad
If I were outside This weather might bother me Context matters, though
I can’t stand the rain Against my window, so I Took out all the glass
Cinderella’s mice Sew their coats atop my tongue Each and every night