In the blanket of darkness I lie
Cocooned and warm from the cold
I wonder why
Longing for shelter and
Desperate for shield
From the bright and almost sickening feeling of happiness
I lay, untrue to my nature,
Believing in the lie; like everybody else
I realise, brightness is a lure
And happiness just a mirage
A sickening play on god’s part
Who sits back and laughs
Looking at us, reaching out for something
That never existed
It’s all but a lie.
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