The Storm Inside

Gray clouds and rainy days,

invariably take the fake away, without

the sheilding of the sunny glare, your

eyes are turned inward to what you

want to hide. when it's bright and

warm, you have no choice but to

shine just as bright, pushing your

true feelings  and gloom down into

the pit of your stomach. The sun is

the mask we wear, the warm air is the 

veil.

The rain cleases, it steals away the

shroud of lies and turns your eyes to

 the skies and the streets patched with 

dirt and rubble under your bare

aching feet and you can see the pain

in your veins with every step and you

realize you've been hurting... the rain 

aids you, it gives you a reason to

copy the clouds and scream out like

thunder and cry like the pouring rain,

the world around you feeling exactly

like you do on the inside, now with

no where to go but out.

The cold, gloomy days reflect like the

sun does off the surface of the ocean,

the difference is that the gray clouds

reflect the mirror in you.