I've only ever been
called "a dark cloud"
no room lit up when i
entered...
I never was a reason for
anyone's smile, but i
suppose i fueled their
frowns...
Nobody ever called me
up to dry their tears,
i would comfort them if
they did...
Instead they told me
i was a storm cloud over
their parade, a demon
with a razor tongue.
They told me I was made
of darkness;
So i painted my
nails black and revamped
my wardrobe.
I wiped away any
trace of a smile and
traded spoken emotion
for numbness.
They told me I was darkness,
So
darkness
I
became
