The tears that I cry are as strong as a summer storm as fast as the storm comes the tears dry up but why do I allow you to make me cry feel the way I feel at times feel as if I should die you have caused me so much hurt so much pain so many frowns and more tears to count but am I truly mad or upset with you or am I upset and disappointed with myself for allowing you in my biggest critic is myself no one can cause me as much pain as I cause myself but that pain shall pass as fast as that summer storm
