I know I’m not the type of person,
Who is defined by sadness inside.
Though I often I let it seem so,
Because only my sadness I confide.
I’ve let this monster emerge,
This being of darkness and shame.
I’ve let it invade my being,
And I’ve started to play it’s game.
I know, deep down, I’m a happy person.
At least I know I was once before.
Could things have changed so drastically?
Or could I return there once more?
Wreaking of hopelessness and guilt,
This monster pushes it’s way through.
Left retelling lies and half-truths,
Now I don’t even know what’s true.
I’m waiting, now, for my escape,
The day I realize how to be free.
This monster holds my eyes shut tight,
Not allowing me a chance to see.
Is there enough strength left in me,
To resist this forceful beast?
I cry out to my Father,
“Save me, though the least.”
And so my strength He will renew,
And this monster inside me shall die.
Then His name shall be glorified,
As He cuts loose every last tie.