• Rain crashing down on my windowpanes,
    mixing in with the screams
    inside my own head.
    "Not good enough,
    never good enough."
    Not good enough for who?
    Now I can't even tell if what I'm hearing
    is my voice or theirs.
    Is this real,
    or just a dream?
    Faded
    black and white,
    of what had been happened
    and said
    earlier that night.
    The pain still hasn't washed away,
    not with the rain,
    not with the tears,
    They stain my face
    but you don't notice,
    I hide behind a smile everyday.
    Do you not see
    because you don't want to bother?
    Or because you just can't?