Sleepwalking

At night, I escape
in my drowsy stupor I roam the hallways.
I take long scalding showers and wake up all red and spotted;
I flick the lights on and off for hours;
I climb onto balconies and yell about nothing at all.

At night, I sleepwalk
all the stress of my day is let out in the darkness.
I scare others but petrify myself,
because that girl sleepwalking down the hall isn’t me.
She is all of my fear; my hopes; my anguish;
my loves and my annoyances;
everything that is me wrapped up into one:

But that girl sleepwalking down the hall isn’t me.