I stand outside,
The rain pelting my face
My tears running
down my cheek, in a hurried race.
I am pained with fury and tears,
but happiness Floats,
Lies and Fears.

I am confused,
Feeling Sad and Used.
Someway, Somehow, somewhat abused.
What will stop this pang?
What will help my poor self heal?

My hand shakes as I try to feel.
Feel the pen that writes the words,
that unleash my Thoughts,
my many Swords.

Knives and Daggers
that puncture the heart.
So sharp to make you feel
Ripped

Torn apart.
Make you feel what I see,
what I never wanted to be.

Then the sun,
uncovered by clouds,
lets me see clearer
somehow.

My day becomes better.
My world of anger floats away
To finally let me see
Who that true person is
Inside of Me.