Tic- toc

Tic toc the mouse went the clock
The clock stroke twelve
The mouse ran down
Hickory dickory doc

Parts of time stands still.
In the corners of a room.
In the shadows of the night.
THEY are there. Watching. Watching.
The good and the bad.
The bad seeks where the good heals and comforts.
But on earth there is no peace.
I just wonder making one mistake after another.
Why is this my destinay?
Am I so mentally lost?
How can I beleive there is any hope?

LIFE AS I SEE IS SO UNFAIR!
I hate living in it. Exspectations are perfectism.
Right from wrong.
Good vs evil/bad.
White vs back.

My life is seeing the pitch black and I want to SCREAM.
SLEEP is an enemy. It doesn't come soon enough and when it does, it forms into dreams I've seen before and don't want to dream anymore.

My white dream is so wrong but I don't know why.