The water is on my waist

The glass is just getting stronger.

                      (As I get weaker)

I am getting a headache

As I still hear voices.

A person walks up to my tank,

Very close.

So close,

In which they could break it down

Or cause more water to float

"Cloudy, you're beau-"

They are faded away by wind.

"Come back!!!" I cry.

I am useless, in every little thing.

And is it because I am air,

I push people away?

Everyone, of me...

Is afraid.

Cloudy oh cloudy I tell myself,

It's not just your name.

Cloudy oh cloudy,

but please behave.

Oh, but it's so hard.

What did they say?

I stomp,

And they are back.

But they look so fragile,

like clay.

"Cloudy, you're beaut--"

I am not beautiful!

Am I?

"Cloudy, you're beauty, does not exist."

Tears slip.

I knew it.

Not one person, one thing,

Will ever tell me nice things...

Everyone is afraid of me,

I understand why.

I look like a monster,

From so many black

tears

covering my eyes