ColorfulArtists

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.