Poems I write In the Dark

Darkness

Some people wish they didn't express themselves

But only because they wish there was nothing to express

I, however, wish I didn't have to force myself to write to be able to see what's wrong

The funny thing about life is we will always wish for the opposite of what we have 

but only because we know it's dreadful

And someone will always want what I have while I want what they have

So does that mean that no matter what we end up with, we will never be happy,

Or does that mean that none of the options are good in the first place 

and yet we have been tricked that something will work

But that something we can never have until it's too late and it won't work for us anymore?

The world only seems darker the more I think but maybe that's just me

Or maybe I don't know how to search for light until I pray at night

Something about that just doesn't seem right

And now my thoughts seem to rhyme but who cares as to why?

Tonight will be dreadful and I know it

My mind will rewind to every other time I knew I needed to cry but only laid there in the dark 

talking to the Lord

But tonight won't be like that

Tonight can't be like that

Words will spill out and I will finally see the darkness that lives in me

The darkness I hid for months

Should I tell someone how I feel or read this poem out loud?

I don't want to be treated differently

I'm still me and why do I sound like every person who ever wrote about the darkness within

Maybe we can never understand the meaning behind phrases until we feel the same as they 

once did

But sometimes it's better to be clueless, that way you never have to sit as you interpret every 

word but instead can overlook the problems that fill the minds of those who sit in the dark