Dark CornerLast night, I had the strangest dream.
My sisters and I were each given ice cream.
They were given theirs first, and it was cold,
But mine was dissappointingly melted and old.
I wake up, with aches and pains in my chest,
Knowing this night will be one without rest.
I wonder how all these years,
I've managed to hold back the tears.
I try to push them back,
But with no avail.
No matter what,
I will surely fail.
My fears and deppressions,
Show up in succession,
With sadness and regret,
It all makes me upset.
In a little while,
My sadness has faded.
Gone to that place,
The home of the hated.
Even when all this is through,
They still ask me...
'Why do you sit in that dark corner?'