Literature
Invisible spark
Like a sun resting on a stormy cloud,
My thoughts are screaming, but maybe too loud.
Like these eyes of lasers burning me whole,
When I am by myself, they take a toll.
Am I too timid? I was once alone.
Watching cliques that mold me into thick stone.
Like a volcano wants to pour lava,
When I speak, words twirl like rotten guava.
Why cannot I be me? Why must I bleed?
Like a sun resting on a stormy cloud,
My thoughts are screaming, but maybe too loud.