Hear Me Out

You know me, right?

I know you can see me from up there.

I know. I know people talk to you every night. They look out the window, and stare at you. You listened to them.

Hey there.

I thought I'd introduce myself. Well, you know I'm that one kid whose soul can either be empty or full. I'm that one girl who is sometimes lonely and sometimes happy.

You might hear me laugh my heart out most of the night. Sorry if you find it annoying but my friends are so hyped at night. 2 a.m. is the part where their energy at its peak. I swear our neighbours are dying to wait for us to move out of town.

I know you wished upon another hot bright burning planet, which us esrthlings call star, that a meteor rock would just hit my house. Don't lie. I saw a few comets passing by. You are one sneaky man.

I know you heard me crying in my room sometimes. My back facing you as I lay on my bed, soaking my pillow. I know you heard. I'm sorry. I was just too upset. Or the times where I stared at you from my window. You can feel the emptiness I felt that night.

Or one or two or a few nights where I stayed up all night finishing my last minute work. I saw you watching me from above. What? You think I was too caught up I didn't realize you staring at me? Hah!

Hey man, how are you?

You know me, right?

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Fero xx.