At The Break Of Dawn

When the sun rises, the darkness falls,
As with the darkness, the nightmares wind down.
I awake with a racing heart, could have sworn people were in the halls.
Yet when before had I awoken at the break of dawn.

The full moon disappears as the sun rapidly rises,
The black curtain of night turns into a clear blue sky,
I go for a walk and marvel at all that out of a long winter night arises.
I feel at peace, I feel calm, but why do I cry?

Love is something that I have yet to find once more.
If I go home, I know my family loves me, yet I can never feel it.
On the outside, I seem serious and painfully sore,
Inside, I am an emotional lad with energy and love, need I spare it…

I cry still because all my emotions that I show have been scolded,
My loving care taken for granted and made the core of a grand joke,
My taking responsibility for my actions scorned,
My reflective nature oppressed and called stupidity.  What a fluke…

My immediate relatives play with such delicate feelings,
Yet they do not see how battered my soul is,
Being the younger of two children, I can do nothing.
All I can do is hope that someone may sense my feelings under this rigor mortis.

I try my best in all things, yet it is not good enough.
I try to be helpful and caring, yet I am made a spectacle like a clown.
I try to be knowledgeable, yet all they do is laugh.
This is why I cry, at the break of dawn.