We sought refuge in the darkness
as though it were a type of friend
some knowable hapless persona
that fulfilled our need to belong.
But of course
there was more light here
than we cared to let on.
We feel the urges to anger
at the simplest transgressions
but never the will to act
knowing that underneath the facade
of supposed embraced personality
of willing ennui
there is a light so bright
we scramble to keep it hidden.