I walk through the pouring rain,
Trying not to splash in puddles or muddle,
I walk so high and mighty,
But I'm just fragile and tiny.
I'm kind of pathetic,
Everything gets me,
Its not like I try,
But everyday I feel pushed aside.
Why can't I be stronger,
Why am I so weak,
I hide from my fears,
My only answers are squeaks.
I'm drowning myself,
I try to hide,
But sometimes you find me,
And asked if I cried,
Sometimes its yes,
Sometimes its no,
But hiding can't save me,
Not forever nor alone.
So what can I do,
Its not like I can change,
I'm just poor little me,
Drowning in the puddles of pain.
