Staying in this nightmare, that is a trap of some sort.
A visionary whirlwind, making thoughts to contort.
Closeness misleading, to achieve one’s own divine.
Heavy heartedness, makes a bright light, lose its shine.
Desire to make others smile can bring wrong devotion.
Fake smiles, broken promises, bring tears in the commotion.
Quiet moments are there to sit back and reflect.
Who is real, gives back the same respect.
Like a child with a flashlight, hiding under the covers.
Hidden away from the darkness that continuously hovers.