Writing From when I'm bored

The Boy In The Rain

 (I recommend listening to the video while reading if you'd like)

The Boy In The Rain

There he stands,

Surrounded by people going unnoticed by many,

But I see him,

I see how he feels,

I see his reaction to the roaring thunder,

The cracking lightening,

As the water covers him and I completely, I contemplate,

Do I really know how he feels?

Does he feel the same as me

Feeling like you're drowning but no one sees you,

No one hears you,

Not over the thunder not over the rain,

No one sees him struggle,

Not as I do,

I see him because I've been that way before,

Hoping, wishing and begging for someone to see me,

Does he know that I have noticed him?

Does he think he's invisible to me like he is the others,

Should I tell him that I could identify the emotions he felt behind the mask he put on,

Should I tell him he is not alone,

I should be there for him but I cannot for I am too afraid of what he would say would he deny me, would he deny help,

I won't know unless I ask.

(I was anxious to share this as I don't really like it that much but I'm trying to be more confident in the things that I do so yeah.)