I see the sun’s prophetic colors dancing on your smile,
Beguiling me to join in your amusement,
But today my soul is a raincloud—a cloud
With no silver lining—
That sinks lower onto my head every time I try to
Peer through it at your ecstatic ways.
Don’t blame me for being like Eeyore (complete with the pink bow)
And disguising my unhappiness with a frown.
Disguise? You say. What disguise?
Only one you would never dream of in your
Fairytale life of Disney castles.
As a secret it wraps around my brain and strangles it
Until I am consumed in a fire of madness.
Then with no mind and no heart to confront me,
I am left only with my emotions,

Sorrowful emotions that seem to come from the pit of my stomach until I feel
Nauseated in my gloom.
So, seeing me where I lie on my fretful bed,
You offer an ignorant hand which I duly refuse,
But the thought that you might care does help
And just a slice of your daisy (not golden) rays
Falls on me and does its part to make my
Shell-shocked being feel alive again.