Am I Really Dark or Just Sad

I have written words that have been read near and far

I have been praised for them, I have been called a star

I have been proud of my dark self for so very long

I wrote many poems and dark dirges and songs


I have written about razors and the deepest depression

So much so it's been called a sick and sad obsession

I have written about the most badly broken hearts

I have written plays and starred as many parts.


I have written horror stories with greatest pride

I have written chillers that made even me want to hide

I have done all this, but one question has driven me mad

Am I really dark, or just sad?

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