Foggy

Clear now cloudy.
Transparent, now shrouded.
Loud thoughts gone quiet.
Internal contemplation silenced.
Simple matters complicated now, by thoughts of violence.
Stern internal conscience, masked by smiles.
Once compliant, turned defiant, I try to hide memories of trying times.
But darkness leaks from a bleak mind, spilling out, with each tear I cry.
A year of hate, poked at and pried.
Now unsure about the difference between unfortunate truths and fabricated lies of the mind.