People see in me
What I want them to see
They see a kind
Young soul, full of life.
They are blinded 
By what i would have them see.
They are afraid to see
The real me.
Most of them
Wouldn't be able to believe
What is inside of me
What is "the real me"
They wouldn't believe
Such a young
Happy
Innocent soul
Could be so 
Full
Of pain
And sorrow
And aged.
I am not
A young soul
Inside of me.
I am old
Beyond eternity
By what i have seen
By what i have done
By what i have heard
By what i have felt.
I have dwelt 
At the shores of despair.
I have lived 
In a winter
Barren of all hope.
Will summer come?

Darkness