Rain

I tell my mom I write for nothing

It's a different person's thoughts

She asks if I really feel these things

I tell her, I do not.

She doesn't need to know the truth

She doesn't need to care

She doesn't need to know it's you

Making me pull out my hair.

On this logic, I guess it's true

That you don't need to either

I pray you hear this, and don't think twice

Or think you'll ever be her

I'll lie all day and every night

That I don't feel a thing

Otherwise, my life will cave

Like a severed puppet string

I write these words just to erase

the feelings that I feel

I push them off, blame someone else

So they don't seem too real.

I feel like I'm betraying you

But maybe this is better

I don't know why I feel this way

Hey, maybe it's the weather.

- B.G.