“Gray clouds follow me

I ignore my friends’ calls

I answer only after a day passes

It’s obvious they’ll ask ‘how do you feel?’

I force myself to smile

Do I have to do this?

It’s as if I’ve been assigned a sad role

I didn’t do anything but why is it

That it becomes depressing when I come?

Do I have to force myself to cry?

Like some character in a drama?

My friends comfort me and there’s background music playing

I forgot everything but

My once clear heart is suddenly

Clouds above my head

Try to cover my smile

I’d rather have it pour

Drip drop drip drop”