Clouded mind.

I never mind much but when I do,

I can't hide it.

Wear it on my sleeve for the whole world to see.

I'm a little in consistent.

Even when I'm here, I'm not present.

Like I'm in my own world,

Like to escape harsh reality and trade it in for my own.

My mind is clouded and it gets heavy.

The rain starts pouring and it feels like I'm drowning.

There's no life guard on duty.

This cycle seems to never end,

when one cloud passes another one appears.

Sunshine is rare but,

when it shines through it's cherished.

Like the saying goes bad days come quick and the good ones take there sweet time.