The weather is not as great as you think it is. It's raining outside its full of clouds. They are grey and full of sadness my sadness. When I get angry the clouds roar back at me. They produce lighting to strike down their enemies my enemies. The clouds are my only friends they know my pain they know by reacting the same as me. Yet they turn against me they want me to be happy like the sun. I don't listen to them so I just sit there alone and numb knowing that i will always be betrayed by everyone and everything. Those clouds see me they see that am upset so they hide that glowing happy sun. They become dark and am afraid of getting pulled into that darkness am so afraid i scream out,"help me someone please!" there is no response of course but thats ok. I start to be pulled deeper and deeper into that scary darkness. Poof thats the end of me. With no one around just me and these clouds am finally happy. Am not afraid of judgement of my feelings or my body. I can finally be who I want and no one can tell me that I can't.
