Raindrops run down the window,
Mirroring my own face.
The dark, unhappy sky
Reflects my mood and I wonder
Where is the sun?
The storm is over and I wait
In the aftermath,
Trying to figure out what went wrong.
What can I do to fix it?
Nothing.
"That's just the way it is, don't let it get to you."
But i'm not about to become that way;
Hard, or callused to the world.
No.
I am a happy, open spirit.
Determined not to become a mold
of this society.
I want to be free to share,
Free to love, give, and impact-
Even strangers.
I cannot do that if I build a wall
Between them and I,
To protect myself.
So what else can I do,
Besides persevere?
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