Dark Vs. Light

She would ask me if I was okay,
And I would murmur something like a yeah, I'm fine
With a nervous smile,
Unsure of how to say,
That some days,
Our demons are just harder to fight, harder to face,
But, I think she always knew.

I wish I was brave enough to tell her,
That way I would know for sure
That she cared for me anyway,
I knew she hid monsters too,
And I cared for her anyway.