In haste to make light , one must first conquer darkness
A battle between white and black
But no one ever seems to mention
the murky gray mixtures in between
As the quietness of silence covers my ears,
I plead to heed my words
For there is just something fascinating
About the way that I've been hurt and sworn
I force myself to write
Out those feelings to the screen
In hopes that I will feel better
And make myself feel seen
There's little that I can do
To tell people what I see
But words have never failed
So can I trust you to believe me?