There's so much in my mind
that I don't understand,
things that I should let go,
instead of burying in my head.

But I've tried to quiet my thoughts;
they just scream so loudly--
move too quickly for my fingers--
and I can't catch them, sadly.

I've tried so many different things
to make them all go away,
but nothing's worked thus far--
my world turns blue and gray.

Like a dull, stormy day in spring,
my life's paling into muted colors.
I miss seeing life in soft pastels--
living my life in vibrant watercolor.

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