Something Happy

Too much, I’m told, I’m in the dark
My silence is my night covering
My distrust, my midnight snack
Too much, I’m told, I’m in the dark
Too much, I’m told, am I alone
My music is my possessive love
My solo heartache, my hate symphony
Too much, I’m told, am I alone
Too much, I’m told, am I asleep
My slumber is my safe canvas
My mind, my free roaming pen
Too much, I’m told, am I asleep
To write something happy, I’m told
My night covering is my joy
My love symphony, my heartache
To write something happy, is my lie