I like it.

The dark tears.
I love being this way.
But why?
Frowned upon intensifying the pleasure of my emotion,
A safety within your own darkness,
Too scared to live in the world of light,
Dances of death play in my brain,
Don't kill the performance.
The poems, the pills, they are getting me somewhere,
But what you see as positive is a world resented.
Smiles and laughter are one way of living,
I've chosen a different path.
You see,
You always ask why I am depressed,
Why I cry so much,
Why I'm like this.
I like it.