• As dark as the night gets,
    It can never be compared to my soul.
    A smile as fake as life itself,
    Purposely crooked just to impress.
    I don’t think it does.
    A sea of hate spreading through my eyes and ears
    Pain stopped hurting after I died,
    just as love did.
    All I do on paper is complain
    I’m not another statistic
    Nor am I a label
    A stereotype is disguise.