You Can't Trap Me In The Storm I Already Had Endured

Santajah Douglass

Tell me when it rains,
Do you sense my tears?
Do you watch them fall,
Or do you pretend they're not there?

You say rain brings sadness,
And grey clouds are gloomy,
But what if I told you,
That I liked it, that I loved it.

I love to dance in the rain,
It brings me joy, it brings me happiness,
I don't like to cry,
But I know pain is a part of life.

And I'm sick of having to hide away because of you,
I love to sing, I love to dance, I will prance through the rain,
And you think it's all silly,
But I no longer give a damn about your opinions.

You never give a damn about mine,
So why should I care after all?
If you think my efforts are a waste of time,
Why bother.

I see gray clouds, I see rain,
Yes, they're teardrops,
But I'm going to let them fall anyway,
And when I see rain, I smile, I'm happy.

I'll dance, it'll last a while,
I don't care if you're with me or if you're not,
I just know the rain won't stop.
You can damn me to hell, you can say I'm the worst thing that ever happened,

Try as you might to tear me down, push me away out of your mind,
I'm succeeding through the storms of my entire life,
I'm not in a game and you're not in my league,
So why pretend you exist to me?

Oh, I used to be so naive,
And I used to think you wanted to help,
But what kind of person turns down and tears apart,
Someone else's dreams just because it's not what they want to see?

I felt miserable, I felt sad, God, I felt mad at times,
And I couldn't say anything, you tried to silence my voice,
And I was so very annoyed,
You always had to have control, I always had to stay in this bubble.

But I couldn't take it anymore, I was falling under,
I was almost left with nowhere to go,
And now I'm okay, surviving on my own,
You made it quite clear you don't need me, and that you're very petty.

So, I can live in this world without you,
I will take all the gloomy days and all the rain,
And I will smile, and I will laugh, and I will cry,
But tears of joy, I know what I'm capable of.

I know I'm faithful enough,
And your manipulation tactics are so very tacky,
I feel sorry for the way you're acting,
The thing is, I'm an actress, and I can put on a show.

But you, your act's gotta go,
On a scale from 1 to 10, I'm an 11,
But I can't rate you out of five,
You won't make it.

You tried to kill my emotions, you tried to own me,
I'm not a slave, I am not your ticket to success,
I am not your representation, I am not you, I am me,
And the rain is my calling.

  • Author: Santajah Douglass (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 26th, 2024 12:19
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 4
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