Don'T You See Me?
It starts out slow, just a few drops, drip…drip… and then it lets go, as if the flood
gates opened, it starts to flow.
Gushing now, nowhere to go, I am so exposed!
Abandoned out here all alone.
Am I dead? I feel so low, do you see me?
This can’t be so, don’t you see me?
I am standing in the rain soaked from head to toe.
Screaming out!
I see you there looking right through me!
Where should I go…home? Where is home? I am stranded here!
I look up in the night sky searching for a reason why!
I swear if you look hard enough you can see inside.
Drip…drip… It’s pouring now!
I am afraid!
Is this it?
Do I lay down now?
I see you, don’t you see me?
I am exposed this is me!
Raw as I can be!
Am I dead?
Or are you?
This rain you feel, these drops that are falling, it is my pain rushing down, down hitting
the ground!
Smashing into nothing!
Crashing into nothing!
Being felt by no one, I see you but you don’t see me.
The rain that is falling are my tears calling out to you, hear me please!
These drops that are falling are what aches inside of me.
This is the storm that you have created!
The thunder and lightning are the intervals that I breathe, in the way it sneaks in a
rumble and than a crash!
That is me; do you see me at last?
No I am not dead, this hurt I feel, these tears that are falling it is what’s inside of me.
I am not ashamed!
You have broken who I thought I was!
As I stand here alone and feel the tears stream down my face, I know now you don’t see me
but I am sure you feel the fall of the rain.
Copyright © Amanda Andrews | Year Posted 2010
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