What is this sorrow hidden from view?

Spurred from loneliness, in which it stewed.

Raging inside like an irate beast,

Tearing me down in its voracious feast

 

It eats away at my mind, body, and soul

Continuously expanding its gaping hole

It feeds on my sorrow, pain, and self-doubt

And digs even deeper pulling memories out

 

These memories allow it to stand strong and proud

While I cower surrounded by stormy clouds

It’s made me so quiet, anti-social, and shy

And all I can do is wonder why.

 

My life is good; my intelligence high

But still there is sorrow, and still I sigh.

I push it away…at least I try

But still it remains, refusing to die.

 

My life isn’t perfect, but no one’s is

But there is no reason for sorrow this big.

It sits there lingering; biding its time

And when I’m alone, it’s at the front of my mind.

 

At night it returns bringing havoc and doubt

Scratching and clawing; I hold in the shout.

Eventually though I drift off to sleep

Refusing to cry…refusing to weep.

 

And as I wake up and prepare for the day

So does my sorrow refusing to stay

And as I walk out, to a day renewed

My sorrow still follows…hiding from view.