Barbwire

You are the sun bright in day,
Shining over me from dawn until dusk.
Being easily amused by the things
That I can only smirk at.

Your thoughts and ideas
Glisten and cascade
In the many things you accomplish.
Mine shimmer and sparkle in a darker presence
Of the accomplishments I am proud of.

You always seem so happy,
I always look so sad.
Having a full and complete grasp of your lectures,
While I am constantly misunderstood if understood at all.

I am the moon dark in the night.
When my time comes to shine you are gone.
And I play my guitar with barbed wire strings,
And pay for the memories that I have captured.