Literature
When the sun goes down
When the sun goes down and the moon comes up,
When the streets become empty,
When no one is around,
I will come out of my pit of pain and darkness,
I will walk the streets,
I will walk with a smile and my head held high,
No one will see me,
No one will hear me,
No one will notice me,
For I am who I am,
For I am different,
For I am the only person who truly now's who I am.