See me and you see happiness but inside I’m field with sadness.
Laughing in light.
Moaning in the night .
Smiles on my face.
Telling a fake story .
I am a walking dead.
Who might not see the next day but not frightened
Light as it is,is happiness
But in my position it’s torture
I know darkness is taking over and I love it.
Because it is the only place I seem to find peace
Some criticize my aim and some think I’m insane
I might be complicated
But this is just the true me