The Theif
It strikes like a theif
taking the joy of the moment,
turning it into sorrow.
It steals my smile and leaves
nothing but a frown.
It changes me to something
I don’t want to be.
What is this curse?
Where does it come from?
Why cant I shake this feeling?
Why does it always return?
It sapps away my strength
and leaves me weak.
It comes and steals my happieness
Like a theif in the night, it’s gone.
(2007)
