Maybe (age 22)

Maybe if I showed myself without all the shadows
you would understand me better
see that I am not consumed in my own death
but to me it seems that all you see me as
is that darkness...
that angelic death that hovers over new borns
and the ever so old...
but the dark holds me closer then light would ever do
this life shows itself ever so slowly
reviling only few parts
It's as though it finds great pleasure
in taunting me...
maybe if I stood in the light awhile
it would be happy to embrace me
Yet I am grateful, happy, and content
to dwell in the darkest of alleys...
to laugh and dance
to play as a child
to have my true feelings
by the light of only a full and majestic moon.