10I'm sat here in the dark. I like the dark because it doesn't know me, doesn't know who I am. If it did it wouldn't listen to me, but I'd still listen to it. You can talk to the dark. It's like confession only easier. It listens and doesn't say anything, only listens. Most of the time, it's the only thing that does.
No one listens to me. I'm not suppose to have problems, or worries or fears- I'm a grown up now, well when it suits them anyway. They don't understand me. They don't want to. Why would they, so long as I make them look good, don't let them down. They never mention me, me letting myself down.
My life's like a prison cell. I get told what to do and how to do it. I'm expected to do everything. Well, I cant. The worst thing about my prison is that I can't escape it; I'm already free. They tell me that I'm here because I want to be. No I'm not. I'm here because I have to be, even though I'm free.
I tell all this to the dark. The dark understands. It too, is controlled by the light. It's my soul mate we both roam free in the twilight, when we both can be ourselves. We're not controlled by Screws when it's dark. We run riot through the cold ebony passageways of the under world, free as fire's flames.
I live for the dark. As I do nothing else. The dark's not like people. It's not obsessed with self-gravitation and money. It realises what people don't. Money is only a superficial object. People can't live on money alone, but they all think they can. They all want to try. They don't care whom they trample on or who they crush in the process. Money. You can't breathe money.
I'm never made to feel worthless by the dark. It doesn't treat me like people do. Just because I'm different. Abnormal. The opposite of normal. Well, what is normal? No body's the same; we're all different so there's no normality. If there's no normality, how anyone be abnormal? The dark's not like people. It's simple and straightforward. It's not conniving. It doesn't wait for me to slip up. It believes in me. It's the only one who does.
I know what you're thinking. You think I'm strange. Weird. Well I'm not. I'm just like you. I am you. You know exactly how I feel, even if you don't admit it. Won't admit it. You live my life. I live yours. We feel each other's pain. The pains of being rejected, of being put under too much pressure, of having people waiting, just waiting for you to trip and stumble just so they can push you further down into the mud.
You have the same problems as I do. You live in a world ruled by money. Of people continuously telling you how important, how great it is. Well, can you eat money? Can you breathe money? Can money protect you when the world falls down around you? Money's not important; they just want a way to control us.
Tests. Are we doing well? Are we headed for great things? Are we going to be happy? Do they really care? As long as they get their little ticks on a score sheet why should they?
I know you understand me. I know what you think of in those really bleak times when the dark offers you a way out. I know you think it. Do it now and you'll be able to stop pretending. You'll be able to get up and be you. Or me. Or both. You'll be able to be happy. The dark light we pretend is just around the corner will be there now. It'll be real, not just fantasy.
We know each other. We are one. I am that voice you sweep under the carpet. Try not to listen to. Well, I'm here now and you're listening. You understand me. Together we can.
Put the mask back on your feelings. The light's been switched on.