Volcano Mind

My mind simmers— a volcano, waiting. Maybe it erupts, maybe it just holds, a silent threat behind every blink. It takes everything— to stay still, to not burst when no one else feels the fire licking the edge of my thoughts. Decisions burn before they’re made— Is it right? Am I right? Will this moment become another mess to clean alone? Life spills like paint no one asked for— a blur of colors no one sees the same way I do. And in the haze, I wish— not for answers, just for someone who sees the smoke and stays. Someone who doesn’t ask why it’s so loud in my chest. Someone who doesn’t try to fix it but sits beside the lava like it’s sunlight. Just once, I want to erupt and not be left in ash.