Problems

They begin the day that you’re born,

Without you even knowing,

They only come visible

When the sun doesn’t shine

And the moon takes over its place.

You stare at your ceiling

Your head full of thoughts

You cannot escape

The moon’s light

Reflects in your teary eyes

As you try to escape

From the problems

that keep you awake at night,

but they just multiply.

Maybe one day you’ll realize

That we’ll be alright

As long as you can sleep at night.

Iedlicska Nóra VIII.B.