Cloud

Cloud
By: Travis Medina

I was as white as a cotton ball,
fluffy like a marshmallow,
flew high like a bird.
My smile was larger than a skyscraper.

Then the others came to make fun of
my shape.
There voices pierced my like an arrow of pain.
I sat on the pain, and allowed the arrows to be shot.

I was still white on the outside but I could feel
the pain inside. I could feel the grey forming from inside me.

The arrows were still being shot at me.
My smile was still large, but my inner smile
was fading and being filled with grey.

One day the last arrow was shot and I
officially became silver.
I was done taking arrows so I took my pain on the
people below and teared all over them.