Damaged,

I am.

Covered,

in this fake shell I have made out of light. 

With a dark past,

I rely on my emotions to consist me

that yet betray me

in letting me suffer,

revealing everyone

my inner true dark form.

A smiling face,

lke the shining sun.

A heart of kindness,

filled with gold.

Yet they don't know I carry scars

that had conjured from the darkness,

ripping me away from my childhood.

My chest,

filled with grief,

sorrow,

and loneliness,

my soul broken.

Apart.

No, 

no one mustn't know. 

My terrifying pleas crying out for help once as a child,

must be covered with a black veil,

and kept in secrecy.

They still mustn't know.

Break this fake shell of me,

and you will reveal my true nature being. 

Carrying a burden of regrets and pain,

wishing I had the power to time-change,

to know,

understand,

and ask why.

Release me from this shell,

and before you shall appear my black,

dark,

broken soul. 

Do not fear me. 

Still smiling through pain,

and tears,

still giving,

and kind from the heart, 

A soul dark but pure,

There is nothing from me to fear. 

I have no hate to intend upon you...

except love to share with you.