The weight is heavy
pressing down on my shoulders
pushing me deeper and deeper into your judgement.
Your eyes look at me as if I don't matter.
My tears fall from my eyes like rain.
Rain, Rain, Rain.
Flooding the streets of my courgage.
I stand here,
feet clad in yellow rain boots.
Stomping through your mud, and shit and judgment.
I walk these streets with a message.
Your unhappiness is not my unhappiness.
I have weathered my storms, and will weather the ones ahead.
I will laugh after I cry
I will dance out my bad mood
I will paint the dark clouds that cover my mind and heart and soul
shades of yellow and teal, shades of happy and love.
Because I love.
Even when I hate.
I care even when you spit and kick me
If you need to frown, and worry and be unhappy then do it.
I will be here,
In my rain boots.
Weathering the storms.
Created: Dec 30, 2011hbowens Document Media