Night Night

alone, under the street lamp, I can hear the whispers, I keep glancing, move on, get out of the way, but I stay. This rock I wish to stay near, and starve myself for. is it foolish that I see pain, that I put myself through, as a remedy to it, it's all the same, I say. They tip their hats as they pass by, oh dear, and oh my, can't they just get by, and live life? and why, do I want myself to break, but not try. The puddles reflect back in the night, what I think I could have, measuring myself, against lights, just back us further into the dim street, on the right right, of the streetlight, as I creep back, and say it's not right.