Really?

So many people, and yet you’re all alone

a roof over your head, but is it a home?

You say that you’re fine, but are you all right?

we say that we’re healing, but where is the light?

we say that we can, when we’re done with it all

we’re scared to be loved and we put up a wall

we say words don’t hurt, when we’re shattered inside

you said to conceal it, and of course we complied.

I want to be okay, but will I ever get better?

the storm is so long, will there be sunny weather?

I want to speak up, but I’ve learned to be mute

will we ever rise up, or always be stooped?

-Rain