I
am sunshine?
They tell me,
that I am of light,
and good times and heart.
They think it is all gone,
the darkness I showed them last year.
Or maybe they don’t, but it’s still there.
I feel it- black, writhing, and hidden in shadow.
Lurking in the deepest part of me, it remains alive,
slithering among the dark things, the private things, perfectly camouflaged.
But I am, in the same talent, an actress.
Alive it may be, but I still shine.
I am a coward, hiding in happiness.
Do not be fooled by façades.
See me as I am,
a puppet- limp and
afraid of darkness,
Am I,
Sunshine?
