Why can't I be me?
All of this pain,
All of this hate,
Why does it have to be me?


The grey eyes that I call clouds,
The ash sky,
The thunder very loud.

Rumbling in the distance,
I stare up in a trance,
The clouds swirl into some kind of scary dance,

Tear drops fall,
Mimicking rain,
I fall to my knees,
Only to be greeted with grief.

It's all over,
It says,
The wind in its sigh,

I roll over,
Dying,
I let out a cry once more.