I have been sunshine yellow,
loud and bright,
                                                                             warm but soft,
                            harsh though accepted
through the hallways of the school.
Although, there were times where I was a dark grey cloud...
crying and yelling,
                                                                   tired and confused,
                                                             depressed and unrested,
I stayed away so no rain approached the happy faces at school.
Through tough days and nights
                                 the sunshine tried to peek through,
                                the grey cloud started to break,
                                                        I was once again… sunshine yellow.