Weakness

I look outside my window to see the sky’s tears getting bigger and bigger, 

Until you can’t see a foot in front of you.

I can’t help but cry with the Earth,

Every day it rains, it feels as if the world is crying with me,

Comforting me.

As I finally get out of bed, 

It feels like just that has already taken the life out of me.

I walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth, but

I see people in the hallway;

Please don’t talk to me, please don’t talk to me.

I’m not in the mood today, I think.

Their mouths start to move, but

I don’t hear anything.

The only thing I hear is my own head’s thoughts.

Run to the bathroom, I think.

I can’t let them see that I’ve been crying.

Without my disguise,

I am weak.