While I do not always feel so dark my experience with PCS has definitely left me with a dark streak.

PCS is a terrible beast.
It took my confidence, time, memory and good health.
It gave me unbelievable pain and heartache
and is a constant dark angel.

It changed me irrevocably, deeply, utterly.
You can not understand this struggle
until you live it.
There are no words to adequately explain.

Even if there were I wouldn't remember
anyways.
No one cares when I am really happy.
Everyones worried if I'm horribly angry.

I do not know me!
I look in the mirror and know the face
but nothing inside feels the same.
I would just like people to understand.

I look the same.
But that is as far as it goes.
The beast has stolen me and left a shell.
While all wish that I would just heal!

Don't give up on me, I am not making this up.
I have much to offer,
It's just a struggle now, for what was once so easy.
I just can't be the way I was,
everything is different.