in the dark
in the quiet
in the places where the truth could never find
is a prison where mumbles plague the mind
the cries of the inner child is confined
begging for the future self to break the binds
here is where confidence is maligned
here is where the elder feels left behind
here is where the beginning meets a decline
pride strangles unwarranted screams
soft whispers taunt; don’t you wish this was a dream
pretty words beg an audience to be seen
oh you’re too vocal with your pain, now i’ll make you a meme.
so when you attempt a curtain call, the headlines will say its all a scheme
such a tragedy
such a sorrow
how the dark is a test that is felt by many
and passed by the few
but its so taboo to talk about the one thing
we all go through
cause we all
go
through
and maybe if we shine a light on the dark
we would know how it feels to thrive in what’s true
to convict every intrusive thought
because there’s a joy to pursue
because in life, there are some choices you can’t undo.