The Truth of Our Sadness

It's really hard to pinpoint the nexus of our dark side.
The side of us which we build walls around.
The side of us we think would scare people if they ever knew.
The side the demons taunt.

Our vulnerable side.  Our weak side.

But I know.
It's all I know now.

It's the side of us
That's sad
Sad at this idea
"I'm all alone"

Sad because
After all our efforts
We can't find anyone
Who can love us
Exactly the way we want

So this sad side
Begins to love itself
And builds ivory walls around itself.
And creates fake smiles to guard it from others.
It creates its own fortress of understanding for itself.
So strong and thick is its threshold it even forgets its there.

And if it never realizes its own reality...
And never meets the Love for which it yearns...
Even if this interior sadness is surrounded with every possesion it wants
Even if this interior sadness has found who it thinks is the love of its life
It'll still be sad.
It'll die sad.