This is not a gentle rain,
there is no softness to be found.
these violent voices inside me
are raging on without a sound.
Oftimes told to just grow up.
Ridiculed for all my dreaming.
And often told to just be silent,
all the while silently screaming.
Tired of faking that I'm strong.
Drowning in my pain and sorrow
I've exhausted myself again,
and no longer able to face tomorrow.
Thoughts cannot express these feelings,
Wondering when I'll be free,
The difference between right from wrong,
And if there something wrong with me?