Can a face cast in sunlight drown out the shadows beneath?

I once thought it couldn’t be true.

Surely, someone could see the darkness brewing.

But I was young.

I was naive.

I was wrong.

It’s not that we can’t see past the light.

We don’t want to.

The light is home.

The light is safe.

So we cling to it.

And in doing so we let the monster in

Into our head

Into our bed

Digging our own grave

As we smile into the light

Telling everyone everything is fine

Everything is fine

I am doing okay

I am okay