The Darkness

You could never know it,

The steady agony I feel,

Since in the light of day

It nearly isn't genuine.

Certainly, I'll play, I'll snicker,

I'll sing a few melodies,

Be that as it may, that torment is continually sneaking

Since it's been here from the beginning.

What's more, when the haziness comes

With its everything devouring force,

It gradually takes my spirit

Hour by repulsive hour.

Yet, they reveal to me that I'm sufficient.

They swear that it shows signs of improvement.

They state, "On the off chance that you can simply wait

what's more, bear this stormy climate."

They let me know, "You will be cheerful one day.

All you need do is battle."

Be that as it may, what they appear to overlook

Is after every day comes the night.

Thus I act along.

I have my impact

While this devastating obscurity

Gradually makes me extremely upset