I'm not like you.
My world is dark,
and shadowed by
rolling clouds of doubt.
Everyday I struggle
to rise above a false
passion that forces
me to bleeding knees
I am offered smiles
true and bright, that I
turn into malicious grins
and in my world, it's true
I laugh and they laugh
with me, never knowing
beneath the surface fire
rages, consuming my soul.
And it's dark here in my
eternal winter, where the
chill eats at yearning bones,
that never left an empty past.
Every moment suffocated
by a memory of pain and
humiliating emotions, I am
emptied by my own thoughts.
I can see the sun beyond
the ridge, never reaching
her light, rejoicing early
but failing to succeed.
And in my world it is lonely
When there are people here
to console my devastated
soul, yet I am always lost.
