Seeing the light has made me hate the sun.
It became too bright for me to feel.
It remined me of the things that I have lost.
It also made me hate the things that I have gain.
The story it tells remind me of the ones that I cannot write.
The way I hade hope for the future because I was told it was bright.
As it turns out it is not as bright as one might think.
It has a dimmer that I cannot set.
It shines on the one thing that I always regret.
It shines on you.
The one thing that brought me out the shadows.
The thing that can no longer be.
I cannot stand in this light anymore.
Knowing that it reminds me of you.
The things that you did that I can no longer do.
I need to go back to where I belong.
The darkness is where I called home.
Misconception 