I am not the psychopath
That you colour
In the pages of your life
I can see the aftermath
Of the words that slur
As you throw the blame and strife

I am not the psychopath
You see in glasses tinted black
I am only the one who can see
All the pain hidden in the wrath
I am not hiding my comfort in an attack
Put aside the hurt and the angry

Remember a time before the tears
When love held us in tight embrace
Before the loss tore us apart
Blinded we have hidden behind the fears
But love still lingers, a trace
It rests amongst your grief-stricken heart

See the world, it continues to turn
Bringing a new sun, a new moon
See me in the darkened cloud
Take my hand, it won’t burn
Melt into my protective cocoon
A sorrow shared can shut out the crowd