It hangs over you like a dark cloud
Waiting to pour a thunderstorm over
It's inhabitants, drenching you to the
Skin in fear and worry making yoy
scream in anger, cursing your stupid
habits and unusual individuality.
It never goes away even when you
begin to believe you're somewhat happy.
Thunder and lightening strikes and you
realise you are broken once more.
Raindrops pitter patter against your skin
outlining one more worry of your problems.
No one seems to understand this dark cloud
upon your shoulders that smoulders any ounce
Of hope you once had. They don't cease to think
that the cloud will lift and open a sky of blue.
But you kkow deep inside that it's never
that easy, Only wishing is.
