Everywhere I look is color.
Rainbows dance in front of my eyes
and even though I see the colors,
I feel the blackness creeping in.

This darkness never leaves me.
It's always hiding somewhere in my mind.
When I'm "happy" and "carefree",
the darkness is lurking right behind my every smile.

Envious of all the colorful people,
I try to steal sunshine rays.
When I put people down,
I gain their sunshine.

No one sees the real me because
the real me is a terrible demon that
only takes what it wants
and leaves everything in shambles.

I've never seen true sunshine and
I don't think I ever will.
The only way for real sunshine to grace a person
is to become what the colorful people call "happy".

I'm not sure what this "happy" thing is
but I do know that I can never access its powers.
The night is my kingdom and
the demons of this world are my minions.