Wild fire spreading rapidly like rumors around school.
Tears pouring like an aggressive thunderstorm.
You’re too busy to clean, anger adding up like the mess in your locker.
Feelings getting crushed like the chips that ended up under your feet.
Friends being lost like that one speck of grass you
tried to keep your eyes on.
Enemies being gained like rain drops hitting the window.
Backs being stabbed to make it feel like you didn’t have a
spine at all.
Finally it all boils down like the water on the stove you
forgot all about.
Life finally feels like you’re floating on clouds.
You’re finally as happy as a little kid at the park.