Are you truly a dark cloud, or have I placed a picture against that face?

Perhaps I painted against the canvas what I had to see.

Perhaps I'm the gloom that haunts my nights and the fog that haunts my days.

Perhaps you are another victim, another harmless prey.

Can you sense my uncertainty?

Can you feel my doubts?

Can you hear my narcissism crying out?

Perhaps I'm my own worst enemies, my own dark clouds.