The rain is falling on my window pane...

Day pass by just as the wind sweep by,
Meaningless or meaningful?
No one truly knows.

What makes life so special?
When what is seen is not always true,
Does a picture truly show the truth?
Or maybe a shell to the truth,
A cover up,
A shield from the bitter truth.

Why must pain hurt?
Why do we bleed?
Yet there’s no wound,
A picture of a pain,
Without an obvious scar.

Laughing out loud,
Crying inside, softly,

How can anyone truely know?

The rain is falling on my window pane. As I look out I see the world pass by yet I feel the moment stand still. The time silenced, paused as I stand there wondering how life has truly changed. How the choices we make in life has truly affected us.

As I lay down to sleep every night, I wished I could just close my eyes and drift off to a land where pain and hurt exist not. A place I could be truly who I am. Am I who I truly am or has the world, people, circumstances around me changed me to become someone I myself hardly know anymore?