Everybody's got a dark side

Dark and twisted
Are my forte.
Hello Darkness,
and 3 AM,
My best friend,
where have you been,
haven't seen you in awhile.

Is this what they call being normal,
and sane,
what gain comes from sadness
and pain.
If only we can choose
our moods
And our baggage.

They say that everyone comes with baggage,
you need to learn to look past it,
and see the person hiding behind.
But what if the baggage
is a whole carousel,
What if you pay extra
for the excess weight?

You pay for it every single day,
when you wake up sad
and you can't explain why.
When your life seems pretty okay,
but you are mad for no reason,
and everything seems bleak
like you are looking at the world with dark glasses.

You speak a foreign language
because no one understands you
so you stop trying.
You, who claim to have great communication skills,
clam up and can barely get out the words,
to explain why you are so different.
Different. They say it with disdain.

Oh, that poem you wrote that showed your pain,
and your fear and your doubts,
did you not see the funny looks
on the faces of those who you showed it to,
wondering what is wrong with you,
and you wonder the same thing too,
as you raise your hands to shield yourself.

You want them all to go away,
yet you fear being alone forever.
You want them to ask,
but you feel like a freak.
You think they won't understand,
but maybe you never really tried to explain.
And maybe you are not that different after all.

Hello Darkness, my faithful friend.
You've been there with me through it all,
and every time a smile crossed my face
you stabbed your way through,
covering up the bright gay colors
and reminding me that
happiness was not mine to be had.

Oh, I tried, I tried hard.
But only the weak admit their pain,
and ask for help,
and even as you say that word you feel sick.
You think you are better, greater, smarter.
You think you are invincible.
Funny girl.

Oh pain, pretty pain.
I was disappointed to discover that
you did not attract attention,
nor sympathy.
Everybody's got a dark side,
we all suffer in our own way,
some not at all.

Oh to be happy all the time,
you fake ones.
What is your secret?
Shake them and make them break,
like a child mad at a doll.
Stupid, perhaps.
But then, how can anyone be happy all the time.

But you can't take my darkness,
just as I don't want the burden of your pain.
I wonder what would happen,
were you to discover the depths of my thoughts.
Would you run?
Don't answer that
until you know what you will find there.

Hello, Happiness.
Never expected to see you again.
But then one morning,
the sun streaming in my room,
and summer coming,
I realized that you are around
way more now than ever.

Yes, life happened.
I laugh because you are funny,
I smile because you are nice to me.
But as before,
there are no reasons,
no explanation,
for why everything is suddenly okay.

But hey, never look Darkness in the eye,
Don't ask for something you don't want.
Everybody's got a dark side.
You may take some time to get used to mine.
But I'm discovering that I like the sunshine better.
Contentment,
Fulfillment.

Goodbye Darkness.
Here, we part.
Hopefully for good.