My soul has no mean

To the word 'dark'

Because that's all that can be seen

No matter how deep you look like a hole in a tree's bark

All might see me as happy and nice

But it's deep inside...what's real

All can see my soul white as rice

But what am I really on the inside and how do I feel

Why are you even here

I don't care what you say

You might love me, but don't play me, my dear

Because if you're playing, you'll have to pay

I don't see how one person can change another

But if it's for the better...then I could be bright rather