My rainbow could be tomorrow (Spenserian sonnet)

Again, I watched another pass me by

My faith drench, my spirit quench, 

Only me, just me, no one to comply. 

Though I sit with a stench. 
As my saline fluid drops, my eyes clench. 

My crayons; my only ally, 

My crayons are what I need to retrench, 

So, I must raise my voice to end my distress and to crucify. 
Unto myself I do not dignify, 

But in my class, I should rein. 

Sign the vow at the orphanage, though diss, but nullify. 

So my wails will not be in vain. 
My foster, my rainbow, 

I always drew my tomorrow.