• Sounds like a monster...crawling in the dark,
    Scraping claws across the floor...something rips like fragile cloth,
    A growl, yellow eyes, no light, the essence of fear,
    It's dark, no one cries here, loss of all emotions; emptiness.
    This is a part of me.

    Tastes disgusting...the stench unbearable,
    Worse than trash...an unknown filth,
    Nausea, frowning, it's not even night,
    No one feels hungry here; no need for that feeling.
    This is a part of me.

    A giggle of happiness...barefooted by the shore,
    Birds twitter in the air...the sunshine is so welcoming and warm,
    A smile, a song, animals, the feeling of freedom,
    It's bright, no one cries here, gain some gladness; filled to the brim.
    This is a part of me.

    Joy has two sides...no...it has many more,
    Most know joy in the happiness there,
    Do they know the joy in crying? The joy in knowing something more?
    We gain, we're brave, we serve...there's joy in this.
    Joy is the source of the reasom for humility.
    This is a part of me.