Nobody knows
That when school starts up once again
Get back in the routine
Forget about the time
But then get caught off-guard
Walk outside to catch the bus in the noon
That burst of "I'm back" hitting my body like I'd fallen into nostalgic waters
For I hate the winter.
The absolutely consuming reminder of
When I thought I wouldn't make it through December
Nobody knows
The seasons mean much more to me

Nobody knows
When winter is near done and I've grown to find content in it
"This isn't that horrible," I thought to myself every morning.
Then I notice, eventually
The air doesn't frost my fingertips anymore
"Oh no.."
Dare not, the summer come again
For I hate the summer.
As what is supposed to be soothing air swallows my consciousness,
I remember
That night that she sang to me to cease my cries,
"You self destructive
Little girl
Pick yourself up
Don't blame the world
So you ******* up,
But it's gonna be okay."
It's like her voice echoes through the heavy air,
The words, replaying, thick
Almost as if it touches my very skin.
And I falter, for I cannot even tell
If I am crying because I hate her
Or because I love her
Oh, but
Nobody knows
The seasons mean much more to me