I am the stormy cloud That shades the pretty sun When you want to tan I am the pencil shavings That you blew off Your desk Because you didn't Want me there Anymore I am all the rips In your favorite Jeans I am your math book Hibernating in The bottom of your locker You never take me To class Because you forget me I am the petals You pick off the Sunflowers While you chant "She loves me, She loves me not" You'll never know if I do You always pluck me off And throw me on The ground I am the shadows In your room at night You get afraid And turn the other Way