You know what I have noticed? People get tired really quickly when you try to talk about your pain Like...Why are you crying? “It doesn't help anything” “It doesn't make me want help you I can't help you” ((I won't help you)) is what they mean to say Crying doesn't solve problems no..But I don't do it for you Maybe I cry because it makes me feel better Better to open the gates and let the water leak through a little everyday Instead of waiting to to be so full I overflow all at once Maybe I’m just done trying to pretend I am strong Is that so wrong? To be a little vulnerable? To let myself be a little weak..sometimes It is not my job to secure your comfort when I am in pain When I am in need of protecting When the rain is collecting in wells above me no longer calming Saying. to me Beneath its breath Care for Not yourself but for the ones who deem you unworthy of caring for You are the reason The reason for the storm When did the rain become my enemy? Spouting such lies as it cries above me In song I like the melody But the lyrics seem wrong At some point I have to see That it is my twisted reality That distorts all around me What the rain is really saying, And it gives really good advice If I just let myself hear it, Is Care for yourself, and Not for those who deem you unworthy of caring for You are the reason The reason for the storm
This is an old poem I wrote forever ago when i was frustrated by always having to pretend I was perfectly happy and somehow linked that with my love, and others' disdain, for the rain.