Into the night

He walked the path as he had been told,
Always kind and as honest as possible,
Most liked him for that kindness,
Though the soul they did not care for,
His deep just below the surface,
Hidden by the mask he had been taught,
Just below was rage, and angst,
Mixed with sadness and tears,
A thousand tears, an ocean of dark,
Yet they celebrate his good and bright,
If only for their own needs and wants,
And he smiles,
Knowing that they attend him for now,
And when they are gone,
The dark bleeds into the night,
And he drowns again,
Time after time,
into the night.