What Lives in the Night

Void, alone, laying here.
I stir, I shake, I sit.
What is this?
The darkness that surrounds me.

Eyes stating back.
Waiting for the fall,
Waiting for the food,
Waiting for me.

Left atop this pillar of hope.
Held up by expectations.
Passing, failing, each different.
No praise, but constant corrections.

Awake, alone, in the night.
The things speak,
words I hear.
"Don't fall, your perfect..."

"Don't cry, be a man..."
"Don't fail, you'll fail at life.."
"Don't crash, you'll only burn..."
"Don't show it, you'll only give in..."

To what lives in the Night...