DARKNESS

It's getting dark, too dark to see,
But in the dark my soul is free.
I can't see the pen skimming the page,
And the darkness covers my latent rage.
In the dark of the night you can't see my face.
So look into my mind, for that is the place,
That the real me resides.
In the light, the real me hides,
Behind the mask of the me you can touch.
The way I appear shouldn't mean that much.
I'm beautiful inside so forget my looks.
Don't look at my cover, read my book.