Is it you? or is it me?
Am I the sad one for finding happiness in the rainiest day
Or is it you for only seeing the sky when the sun is out?
If the Sky can cry when the world destroys it with its disgusting fumes,
why cant I when my sadness has engraved itself into my being?
If the Earth can shake in anger, when its people has left it in ruins,
why cant I when my anxiety has masked itself has my closest and truest friend?  
If you're terrified of words your friends may say, why cant I be terrified of the noises I hear in my head over and over again?
Your emotions are of this world, mine stem from somewhere your imagination has yet to be.