Mixed Feelings

What causes me grief Is also what gives me relief... A bog of tears is what makes me think It has all disappeared, My glasses fog because of the mist. This thing is what causes my woe Yet it has some truth That makes me feel so happy... It does not seem to understand me, I try to tell what''s bottled up inside And try to put it under a spell, Even if I do, I'll go through Such inner pain again & again. For without it or the other way, My soul won't live happily Or won''t be able to change... My days will always have colours, For grey shall be in the night, Because that is when my thoughts of thou take flight... Oh it is my hate and love, It is my grief and happiness, It is both worthful and worthless... I can never decide Because the pain will always reside.