What a way to live with a storm cloud above ones head. Always getting poured on leaving most words left unsaid. Always reaching out showing there feelings on a page. But deep within themselves a certain kind of rage. It’s so easy to write down the words but hard to say out loud. It’s hard to stop that rain from falling deep within that cloud. Your smarter than most people think it’s hard for them to see. You lock away your feelings it’s time to set them free. Fear is just a word we know it can’t control a mind. I’m not scared to open up and search I’m excited at my find.