I am dreams unrealized,
And dark cloudy skies.
I speak with thorn bush pain
Bleeding as it punctures my veins.
Clothed in despair,
Crowned in heartache,
And bound to each leg
A heavy weight.
Yet without fail
I smile still.
That dark attire
I drown in laughter.
From that thorny bush
Roses spring forth.
My weights I disguise as a resting place,
And my crown,
Jewels of humor take its space.
Then I meet you at your place of joy
With all the disguises I employ,
Just so I can be certain
You cannot see me behind the curtain.
Because more than to not feel as I do,
I do not wish my fate upon you.