Sunlight

Slowly I awake, lost and forlorn. 
Time keeps fading, but no one seems 
To have time for me. 
I count the hopeless seconds, seconds turning into minutes, 
Into hours, days, weeks, years, centuries...

I wish I Could be loved for who I am, 
Not as someone I pretend to be.

As the first of sunlight 
free her from a devilish and restless sleep, 
her dark thoughts flow through her pen 
and onto the paper. 
She sighs 
It must be the fate os a dreamer...