Sleepover

They lounge downstairs

Eating popcorn and sweets

Laughing, talking, watching movies

In the semi-darkness of two am

They confess all, and promise not to tell

I lie upstairs on my own

Watching a film, but its not the same

No-one to giggle with

Only a book for company

Why am I so different?

I block out the happy sound

It pains me to hear it

Reminds me how much I'm missing

When I just want to forget

That I'm not like them

Next morning they sleep in late

Their childlike faces peacefull

What do they dream of?

Is it the same as me?

Though their dreams might come true

While mine don't stand a chance