Mood

Tell me, will the truth ever be revealed?

I doubt it, seems like it's firmly sealed

Though I bet it's way too late for me

Yes, I'm aware my poems are moody

It's how I feel, it's honest thoughts

From a mind where happiness rots

Mood goes in different directions

I'm running out of new distractions

I keep falling back into old habits

Trapped in the tension of magnets

Two sides pulling me back and forth

I lose myself, feelings are ignored

It's this force that rips me apart

Scars in- and outside are my art

Prevents life, to be what it could

And me from shining as I should