The Rage of the Rain
So I'll weather the storm of your lies,
Just to embrace brief periods of sun?
I'll wear your words like a uniform –
Let you think the battle is won.
You used to have me doubting myself,
I'd make scars in the contours of my mind.
But no longer will I be your battering ram –
There's no pain to see, no tears to find.
I speak in a foreign language to you,
Because my own words are misconstrued,
Over and over and over again –
Hopeless fuel for this horrid feud.
Every modicum of control is gone,
You wrestle it back from me every time.
I clench my jaw to stop from fighting
And find solace in rhythm and rhyme.
So weather the storm of your lies,
Until I'm drowning in the rage of the rain.
Because no-one can tell me I'm broken,
Nor make me feel whole again.