Cloudy Gray Poem by faith toy

People ask me things
Most always a hang my head in shame
People say I wear tight jeans and cut my hair
But that doesn't mean that I cant scream with loud like noise
I have a voice I got a choice.

We all come from a broken home an try to find are way through a cloudy gray.
But not all have issues that cant be fixed.
Sometimes all we need is a friend to show us the way through that cloudy gray.

But most of us wont except the gust that blows are way we like the cloudy gray.

So much for time wasted
At least some of us made it.