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.

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