A Tortured Mind

I guess it didn’t matter much

I guess that you don’t care

I guess that everything I’ve done

Was lost in your despair.

There have been times when I have doubted

And maybe times I’ve wept.

But more than all the burdens I bear,

I ache from the secrets I’ve kept.

And they have kept me up at night

And kept me locked in fear,

But if I only opened up,

I’d find you waiting here.

Here in the darkness of my life

In the shadows of my soul.

Maybe I’m not meant to weep,

But claim you as my own.

My own darkness, my own light,

My own hopes and dreams to find.

But if I’ve learned one thing of life,

It’s that you lurk in all our minds.

A figment of imagination,

A pretty little nightmare.

Brought forth in my mind’s desperation,

And found in the horror written there.