I am a sunny day

I am a sunny day

on the outside

yet I am angry every day.

Can anyone really see

the fury

I keep in me?

My heart races like a dog in the open field.

Blood boils in my veins.

I am like a house burning out of control.

But I am in control.

I smile, cry reflect, chill and stay quiet.

“You're really funny,” they tell me.

But I still search for the door

to get away from what I can’t control.

I listen to music

that soothes my brain.

I may be angry every day

but my anger doesn't define me,

because I am a sunny day.