It's raining,
not from the sky, from my eyes
& it pours just about everyday.
Putting up a front is my specialty
it has to be here,
it's not easy, people are out to get you.
Let me tell you, it's senior year, & it's not getting better.
Girls are mean, boys are ruthless,
friends leave & you just feel worthless.
But don't let them see it.
Insecurities just eat away,
mistakes I regret are there every day.
They judge constantly,
I know it.
& honestly it'd be nice to know what they were saying.
My problems don't compare,
others have it much worse,
I just don't feel worthy to be sad.
So,
it will continue to rain,
but, people will only see me happy,
that's all I want them to see.
Who wants to be around someone sad anyway?
