Any person I crossed I looked for the gem in them.

I’ve stood in the rain for what’s felt like most of my life. Been doused in pain. Played a lot of pointless games.

People never helped me anyway they caused the rain.

I became a constant drain.

The people I crossed never genuine.

Any person I crossed I looked for the gem in them.

Every person I ever crossed let me down and I payed the cost. Never met another person who could hold love down like me. It never made sense I’d give and it made me happy. Even when I truly got nothing. Never met another person who could take away my pain except of course momentarily.

This was until I met the realest version of me. Most of my life I STOOD in the rain, and ignored my deep pain. Kept looking for happiness, who can I be? Who can I please? I would’ve did anything for a couple of people to truly love and understand me. Through the midst of the rain I could no longer endure the pain. Those people don’t give a damn, they left me I’m sure simply because they can.

I thought they couldn’t see but they didn’t care.

It is just me, she’s a real strong girl true... Yet her mind wasn’t free.

The pain has lifted. Within myself I’m gifted. I’m a healer and a lover during the pain I became a mother. Now I still stand in the rain. It’s no longer something that causes me pain. More like a painted memory that helps keep it away. The rain feels like a single sunshine ray to my face. Not the warmth but the pure bliss it brings. The pain I felt so deeply didn’t truly belong to me.

Never was my pain it was theirs, a tragedy.

They had no cares

I accepted their dares and took back their doubts I’m not phased by what they’re saying because if they decided to speak to me. I’d answer them as slyly as satan. Tell them to let me be.