The Dark
I prefer being in the dark, actually I love being in a quiet, dark area all alone because my dark skin blends right in with the darkness and nobody can see me and if they can't see me they won't be able to see the sorrow on my face and the pain in my eyes.
I love being in a quiet dark area alone because its just me, myself, I and my thoughts, but the ugly head of fear in the form of the slightest ray of light lurks somewhere in the dark, in Limbo taunting my brain and waiting to pounce on me once again.
I love being in a quiet dark area alone because it is truly the only place where I don't feel any eyes on me, the kind of eyes that laugh at the sorrow on my face and the pain in my eyes.
I love being in a quiet dark area alone because I can almost convince myself that I'm whole and fully sane, unlike in an illuminated room full of people where I feel empty and the prying eyes strip me bare and see my insanity.
I love being in a quiet dark area alone because its just me, myself, I and my thoughts, but the ugly head of fear in the form of the slightest ray of light lurks somewhere in the dark, in Limbo taunting my brain and waiting to pounce on me once again.
I love being in a quiet dark area alone because it is truly the only place where I don't feel any eyes on me, the kind of eyes that laugh at the sorrow on my face and the pain in my eyes.
I love being in a quiet dark area alone because I can almost convince myself that I'm whole and fully sane, unlike in an illuminated room full of people where I feel empty and the prying eyes strip me bare and see my insanity.
I love being in a quiet dark area alone because for me it is a sanctuary, a place of peace where I feel my existence is not a burden on anyone.
