The seasons never cease to change

Flowing as I sit with my hood down

In the rain washing away unjust notions

Cold little drops kissing my skin

Breathing deep this wet wind

Imagining it erasing all of my sins

Feeling the healing mist

As my pulse thuds in my wrist

Senseless

People tell me falling in love would be

Senseless

Saying it only leads to heartbreak and

Shame

Ruining friendships that'll never be the

Same

What a shame

But if love would be senseless

Why do people fall everyday?

Is there an unspoken rule saying that

It's ok

To finally choose to change

Outside it is cold and wet

Muddy puddles cover the ground

As I wait on this icey blue bench

To be taken to the warmth of my home

Where I'll be safe and sound

Laughing internally

As three boys ask for my number

In a dumb attempt to bully me

They think they're the smart ones here

Trying that right after school

Though my parents did not raise a fool

Those wannabe "bullies" should go be

Busy worrying about finals instead of me

Traumatic

The teacher assumes the final will be traumatic.

Does she even know what that word means?

Perhaps she does not so it seems.

Traumatic

I believe I have experienced trauma before

From people, family, and simply from me

Causing me to hide behind a mask they cant see

Mother, dearest

I think you pretend to love me

You live so far away

Leaving your lost child to watch

Watching for a message that never comes

Why does it never come?

Why do you say you love me but never try?

It hurts you know

Being ignored by you could make me cry

Compared to my brothers living there

I wonder if perhaps you simply don't care

Your precious little girl

To you that's all I'll ever be

Though I confided in you

Back when I was questioning

I figured myself out

But for now, I will sit pretty

Because I'm my papa's little girl

Whether or not I want to be