I'm the drop of water that doesn't quite make it off the leaf.
The shadows the sun's rays don't reach.

I'm a puddle in the rain that no one wants to play in.
The stain that never goes away.

I'm the grave with no flowers on it,
The reason your life is in disarray.

I'm the lightning that starts a fire,
The nail in your blown-out tire.

I'm the dark circles under tired eyes,
The sogginess to your fries.

I am all of these terrible things,
But you are the worst-
You are the reason why I cry.