We all have a light on our hearts. Some call it love, others call it our will to live. I call it hope. I have hope, I hold it close. It's what drives me to keep fighting. What makes everyday worth the fight. I hope to be better, to be good. But like there's light in us, there's also darkness. Some have none or just a bit. Others are filled with nothing but it. I have an abundance of it. I try to rid myself of it, but it's who I am. I try to fight, but I know the truth. It's still inside, in every thought, in every breath I take. Darkness lives in me. I know there's some good in me, but the darkness that I hide so well from others blisters inside. I fear what I might do if I fall into the dark. Perhaps I push those close away to protect them. Or perhaps I do it to protect myself. Either way, the truth is that there's darkness in me. You don't see what's down below, what burns my soul. The screams you will never hear, its all hid quite well. So you can't speak unless you've seen my soul, heard my thoughts, felt what boils inside. See my soul, judge my soul. See my mask, pity the mask.