Takers I hate the night, That's when they come. The takers they are called, They creep into my head, First they stay silent- I feel their eyes watching earnestly, My thoughts naked before them. Then the whispering start and my eyes are given to tears. As the lonely tears trickle down my cheeks, I'm reminded why they come- To steal my joy And leave me a shadow of my happy self. Tonight, the battle they won, But tomorrow, Tomorrow... Tomorrow... I'll win this war.
