Mid-Night Black

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A lot of the time I’m Mid-Night Black

Fearing to be seen within the day

Hurting to fit in with all that call me prey

I’m depressed and sad also mad because I’m the prey to life itself and it’s a shame

I fear life, and people in life fear me

I’m someone different than others see me to be.

But that’s not all, oh no it’s not

Depression is here I can hear its knock

It’s comes daily now with no warning

So I just sit and wait for the next morning.

Can you see why I’m Mid-Night Black?

Can you believe me at all?

Well it’s true, as true as earth and the sun, or summer and fall.

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