The hail hitting hard and uncontrollably,
Through their eyes sun is shinning.
Flooded and abandoned,
To them its all smiles and laughter.
They cannot even pretend to know how I feel
They cannot lie to me and tell me its all right
To live in this hell they dont understand
Is worse for me that committing a crime
The writing on this page now smudged
Almost illegible
The anger hot like molten lava
But no one comprehends
It isnt him that hurts me so
It is no longer studies
She hurts me but she doesnt know
Blind to all but her own suffering
Maybe one day ill tell her
That she is who worries me
Its her stress that puts me out
Her complaints and her pain
But strength like that I dont believe,
I could ever behold.
I could not hurt her with these words,
But mum s you I am speaking of.
