The ache in my chest has made a friend,

her name is delusion and she comes to play pretend

They dress up in memories just like old clothes,

wearing smiles as necklaces and dreams as bows

Delusion washes the pain away,

and I can smile again

- at least for the day

For once, the darkness clears

and for once, gone are all my fears

But does the darkness I carry have a name?

Or does it only carry shame?

Does it give it power to speak it into existence?

Still, no one notices its persistence

It all melts from happy to sad

and before you know it,

the overwhelming feelings become ironclad

Does my darkness have a name?