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?