Pouring your heart out with all that you say,
Just isn't the same in the light of day,
When everyone's watching and trying to prey
Voices get lost, there's just too much to pay
Maybe I'm sheltered, and hidden from love
But I've only had one thing that fits like a glove
I don't have a passion, but I've made it a goal
A Writer in the Dark, because it's all that I know
I can try to use paint, to write down my tears,
but this same thing I've found for so many years
My brush cuts too sharp, it uncovers my fear
The thought that I fail makes a home in my ears
Maybe expectations are a little bit low,
But as I remember, it's all I've been told
I'm nothin' too special, just here for requests
So here in this darkness, I write out my test.
Emotionally damaged, and physically drained
Running was never my choice in this game
A sprint toward freedom, with nothing to gain,
Two steps ahead of me: thunder and rain.
"Depression's an excuse for the lazy at best,
You'll never amount to more than the rest."
My confidence didn't have a chance from the start,
Because I'm only a wasted writer in the dark.