Late Night Thoughts

I'm laying here on my bed

Personalizing the thoughts in my head

Some are angels, but mostly are demons.

Though they are many,

The angels inside of me won.

Always.

I'm optimistic.

Or should I say realistic?

I'm not into fantasies and fictions.

I like facing terror and actions.

In death, pain, sadness, and sorrow

I always look for a little positive though

There will alway

s be tiny light in an extreme darkness

There will always be something good in everything bad

It is just in the people's point of view.

And so as I'm having these late night thoughts

I try not to cry

Though they really hurt me inside

These things I cannot hide

In the middle of the night

When I'm alone and no one in sight

I think of my brother

Why is he in that manner?

He's jealous of me, he said.

Is it really my fault?

Or the path he chose instead.

I think of my mother

Why is she in that manner?

She's very unproductive and dependant.

I love her but what is she doing?

Doing nothing and being expectant.

At the end of the day,

They are still my family.

No one could ever take me away.

I have to accept the fact.

No matter where I go,

No matter I am now

No matter when

No matter how

No matter what

I will still be at home

With them