The Darkness

I was only 12 when it started, the darkness. It followed me, and grew. It grew until it took who I was, my past, dwelling in the trauma. Loving it, thriving in it. I'd start to come back, thinking I had finally done it, outran the darkness. It was a prank played by the darkness. I wasn't free. It did it over and over again. When I finally saw the light of reality, I was astonished. I made the darkness with my choices, all I had to do was change it. The darkness left. I just had to change it.