The bright sky was masked by dark clouds that poured rain as if it were sobbing.
The opposite of me.
I mask my dark clouds and cold sobs with a bright smile strangers fall for.
They fall for the trick my lips play on them, making them believe I’m elated.
But if they look deep enough into my eyes they can see the dark clouds that swarm over my soul,
The dark clouds that create a thunderstorm in my mind.