By: Amanda Schoep

My head hits the pillow
It sinks in
I turn to the left
Then the right
Then back to facing the
I close my eyes
Bad things creep around in
my mind
They pop open
I stare at that chair
I glance at my desk
It’s no use
I get up
I look in the mirror
I see myself
What have I become
Who have I become
My brunette hair is covering
my face
My earrings are dangling
But, I look past that
My soul is impure
I have done bad
I crawl back into bed
Lay my head back onto the
I pray
God says he forgives me
Now I can sleep