The rain poured when I was bullied.
And so were my tears as his fist hit my cheeks like rapid door knocks.
His rage sounded like barks of ten dogs.
The sky was clear when I presented my speech in class.
My classmates’ faces penetrated through my nerves like a sharp needle.
Their laughter left a bittersweet taste in me.
The sky darkened when I was diagnosed with depression.
My emotions were sounds of nothing.
My soul tasted like water.