Watch the rain little pluviophile,
These drops of rain represent the drops of tears I should be crying right now...
Listen to the wind and thunder,
Screams and chaos...
They represent my mind always searching, always screaming, always bewildering, and always devastating itself...
You, my dear, are represented by Earth.
As it only knows the drops of rain that touches it and the screams that are whispered to it...
And I'm sorry to say, You know nothing...
I'm like a bird that pretends to have a wounded wing as an excuse for not flying.
You asked me whether I'm fine.
I'm great calm and relaxed as the weather right now.
You might never know how hard it is to be me.
The person I'm blessed to be.
Adding to that I hate being that way, you can never understand me.
People want me to show them "my creativity" as they say...
But I think "my creativity" is all about pain expressed.
They want me to show them my scars, my wounds, my tears, and my fears...
And then all they say is "beautiful", "amazing", "fabulous", and even call me by the names of dead artists.
Scars, wounds, tears, and fears are behind my beauty.
Am I dead ? My heart is broken into pieces always shattering and devastating ...
Teach me how to heal and don't try to condemn me for being myself...
YOU ARE READING
The Burning Embers
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