Why are late nights like these?

It's late at night and that's when I can be honest

about how pathetic and useless and sad and small I am

2 am, laid bare as a babe

weak and pathetic, animal soft flesh and I long for something

but I can't have it

ever my shadow stretches in front of me,just like the dark hours when I watch my clock as it ticks

I know I can't have it

at 5am, I'll wake up to another dark dawn

and another grey day

shamble my feet into shoes

and pretend to be a human

not the creature wearing a human flesh suit

that I think I am