Thoughts

Sometimes, light is not enough,
Sometimes, it can do cruel stuff.
The best time of day is night,
A period void of all light.
I keep my thoughts to my person,
When I'm alone, I'm certain.
A smile comes across my face,
My sad thoughts, I begin to erase.
My sadness is gone,
But a frown is still on.
I feel like I want to cry,
To not to is what I try.
No one ever sees me this way,
Lord knows what they'll say.
I may look strong,
But that, my friend, is wrong.
I am like all others,
Like you and your brothers.
I have feelings and I have a mind,
Together they are combined.*