After the rain comes a rainbow, right?
I mean that's what they say isn't it?
Will my rainbow ever come?
I've been waiting for a while and it's getting tiring, sometimes it peeks through the gray clouds and smiles at me but then the gray clouds cover it back up, I'm trying to make an effort to see that rainbow but sometimes I don't see the reason, I mean why can't the rainbow just come to me?
I guess that's not how it works though.
The clouds are starting to get heavy from holding all the feelings in, they weigh me down and it's hard to keep walking. Eventually my legs buckle, and the rain pours down, when it's over I get back up and it starts all over again.
Is this stupid Rainbow mocking me? It's not, it's looking down on me and saying, "if you want to be happy you have to try."
But I am trying, aren't I?
I hate that word, "try." People make it seem easy but it's so hard.
The clouds crush you and it takes all your effort to try harder. I want to get better, but I don't want to try, and even when I do want to try, I can't. I push and push, but the clouds just suffocate me, and I end up laying back down.
Maybe one day I'll see the rainbow, no I will see the rainbow.
