It's weird,
Some light, some dark,
Scary memories,
Taunting words,
But still some optimism.
The optimism is the rainbow,
Of my soul,
It shines bright,
But it sometimes overcome,
By darkness.
Go inside.
It screams for acceptance,
Cries from failure,
And sometimes laughs at it's dreams.
It's shy and blushes a lot,
But when all goes well,
You don't have to go inside,
My soul will come out.
