Both Sides of Black

Black is the color when I enter my cell
It is the unsatisfaction of being in jail
It is what I see before I open my eyes
It is a friend that you trust, but just a disguise
Black could be kind but hurt you the most
Black could be sneaky and creep like a ghost
It can help out then leave you alone
It could put you at comfort like what you call home.

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