Walking in the Rain

July 4 2010

Am I just walking in the rain,

Or am I crying?

Makes no difference to you.

You can’t see the silent tears,

That I’ve hidden throughout the years.

You can’t see the scars I hide.

Or the stains of tears I’ve cried.

You can’t see my blackened heart,

Or the life I have loathed from the start.

You can’t see what I’m possessed to be,

Or what’s really inside of me.