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?