Sometimes I wish I was like the storm and the wind,
Never stopping, passing past everything -- once -- and moving on.
Sometimes I wish I was like the snow and the rain,
Falling softly, wildly, blindly, freezing, wetting.
The droplets on my cheeks -- are they my tears or the rain?
The drops drips onto the ground, creating a river--
was it a tidal wave or a great flood
that kept me afloat
then drowned me so deeply.
Was it the tears or the rain?
that made me feel so,
or was it my lack of confidence,
or my weak-will
that made so many despise me,
ignore me, insult me, hurt me, humiliate me, and torture me
Life is tortuous they said
It's torturous I reply
when the rain and tears drops on the ground, freezing me and my spirit...