Pain.
It may haunt you all day and turn you lame,
But think of the day when there's rain.
Remember the joy as you're covered in its shame.

Fear.
Makes you run, makes you hide,
So bad you wish you could die.
Sometimes the last option is to fly.

Regret.
It finds your heart, its matches,
So its eternal flame will forever be lit.
When you think of standing up you'll just sit.

Heartbreak.
We all know it well and yet we still say,
It wasn't our fault,
Just another bad day.

Hate.
We all deal with it in our own ways,
Every comment pushes us to fade.
We all wish for the sun only when it rains.

Doubt.
You know what it is,
You know how it shouts,
Of how failure will always come about.

Depression.
It steals our joy but don't let it,
Come over you, take all your essence.
It will force its match but swear you won't set it.