When I was little I didn't understand why it rained.
I thought clouds got sad and cried.
I always wondered what made them sad.
Maybe it was because the sun got more attention.
Or maybe because everyone liked the sun more.
Once you think about it,
we're the clouds.
Hiding inside of us are raging storms.
Every tear is another raindrop.
We're the ones with less attention.
The one's darker than others.
Holding the secrets only we know.
Liked less than others.
We're the ones no one understands.
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC
When I was little I didn't understand why it rained.
I thought clouds got sad and cried.
I always wondered what made them sad.
Maybe it was because the sun got more attention.
Or maybe because everyone liked the sun more.
Once you think about it,
we're the clouds.
Hiding inside of us are raging storms.
Every tear is another raindrop.
We're the ones with less attention.
The one's darker than others.
Holding the secrets only we know.
Liked less than others.
We're the ones no one understands.
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