Distorted

She hears the distant grumbles of thunder,
Growing louder, getting more irate.
The sharp flashes of lightning surround her,
Casting eerie shadows of light and darkness.

The pounding rain drops are the only soothing sounds,
To her, they are untouchable and purely lucid.

The dark rain puddles forming on the ground portray her life:
She may appear to have a simple, shallow life,
But it is not until you jump in it,
When you realize how deep and complex it really is.

Stepping out from under the protection of her dreams,
She can feel the rain wash away the denial.
Getting drenched from the rain,
Reality never felt so cold.

She walks up to a vast rain puddle,
Each rain drop disturbs the surface of the glassy water.
She looks at the distorted image reflected back,
How can you look at yourself?

Staring at the glaring face in the water,
She grows more irate and frustrated.
Growing with resentment, she slaps the surface,
Hoping to erase the image embedded in her mind.

But the face staring back is still there,
The foul odor of denial reeks of disappointment.
Too angry to think, her bitter tears blend in with the rain drops,
Her sobs are drowned out by the thunder.

Distortion had done its job well,
Her dreams were nothing, but an envious lie.
Her anger intensifies,
How can you live with yourself?

It is all a misunderstanding,
Everything she sees is distorted.
Given another chance, she crushes the grinning reflection,
The guilt rippling beneath her, she walks away in redemption.