A different facade

Walking through the same route,
Returning from night classes where I stay for less hours now.
I've laughed out loud at things that hurt me, and
I've given sarcastic replies to shield myself from piety.


I've stared long and hard into my future,
Raising my eyes back devoid of feelings.
Shed tears at simple matters, and
Lost friends who either called me selfish or a sick proud soul.
So this midnight as I find my way back to my cradle,
Everything rushes in.

My earplugs are blaring 'Beautiful night' on repeat;
A song that I fancy just for the sonorous beats,
The lyrics I doubt I'd ever relate to.
My flashlight is out,
But my feet know their way home.
My lips are eager to mumble nicer words,
To everyone of them.

I keep walking.
By morning, it would all be gone.
These memories,
This knot in my belly.

It definitely is a beautiful night.