The Strong Rain

The dark clouds roll in

with the promise of rain.

And I sit here staring out the window

with tear stained cheeks,

alone in an empty room

where the shadows creep.

I await the crying of the sky

because in the rain nobody can see tears.

 

I am not supposed to cry.

I am not supposed to feel sad.

My life is good,

even when it's bad.

I'm supposed to be strong.

I'm supposed to be fine.

And nobody sees that I am dying inside.

 

My world is fading

like a forgotten dream,

as everyone I know is leaving.

My world is turning from sweet

to bitter as I am abandoned.

My world is turning from light 

to dark as I am left to fight alone.

 

So when I break I shatter,

When I cry I die,

When I am secluded I am abandoned,

When I smile I lie.

Because the strong one 

is supposed to be happy,

isn't supposed to cry,

is there to make sure everything is alright.

 

So I smile 

as dark clouds roll in

with the promise of rain.

And I sit here staring out the window

with tear stained cheeks,

alone in an empty room

where the shadows creep.

I await the crying of the sky

because in the rain nobody can see tears.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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