Summer creeps into the air
the sun brightens her hair.
But not her sad dark eyes..
She's still in despair.
Her life was never fair
but she doesn't care.
Her sadness and insanity
were the perfect pair.
Underneath all that hair,
they hid in the darkest parts of her,
where she doesn't dare to try and find.
She writes in her journal all the time,
but these things control her insane mind.
She tries to explain to her therapist using hand motions,
like a mime trying to display a crime.
Because it's hard to say
that dark thoughts fill her head everyday.
Begging her to let them out to play.
That is the only way to keep them at bay.
So they don't steal even the light of the day.