If I lie to myself constantly then I can avoid the truth
Avoiding the truth means avoiding the pain
Inflicted by others
But all my efforts are futile
Like trying to prevent the rain
You can hide under your umbrella,
Or the pavilion,
Or under a roof
But you still know it\'s raining
And you have to leave at some point
So, lying only delays the inevitable
And makes the pain that much worse
The cuts that much deeper
So, frolic in the rain and stand in the truth
But what do you do when others don\'t know the truth
They only know their own false home built of lies
They make fun of you for “foolishly” and “childishly” jumping in the puddles
So, you go inside.
But what if you didn\'t go inside?
You ignore the tyrants and liars
But that doesn\'t make the words any less painful
So, the ones that are supposed to protect you pull you inside
They shove you into your room and lock the doors
Blaming the sadness on the rain
“It\'s only a phase,” they tell you
They say that these feelings are to be avoided
But you don\'t want to
So, you are trapped where you don\'t want to be
In a place you don\'t want to be
Not able to run about in the rain and be happy
They blame the sadness on the rain
But it\'s just the people who shun you
Discriminate against you
For being out in the rain
So, you live a dull life
Slow and plain
And wait to be free
And before you ask,
No, this poem isn\'t really about the rain.