this rain,
its mocking me,
its mocking me,
im afraid.
its the way i see it,
while i tear inside,
outdoors happy rain falls,
its mocking me.
people dance in this horrid rain,
i can only cry in this rain,
its mocking me,
everything is mocking me.
its how things are, and how things feel, and how things fell.
1 comment:
i really like this poem!!
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