Behind pillars, 4:00 a.m.

Sweet smiles, expectations brought down.
Heightened instincts, repressed always.
Faraway thoughts, not crazy still.
Many faces, many quirks.
Affections, crushes, interests.
Losing touch, not again matter.
Mentality processes, not quite answer.

Wind, crickets, and chirps.
Sounds, touch, lone, shame.
Earlier smiles, cute quirks.
Forever stable, forever tough.

Heart, mind, body, soul.
Gone wandering, some parts lost.
Walking aimless, masks and repress.
Alter ego, right or wrong.

I want this to end.
I don't want this to end.