Whispers in the rain

 Feeling blue on a rainy day,

i grow sick and weary easily,

“How come”? I said to myself,

with such disbelief and egoism.

Oh, how I long to hold my head high,

hIGH ENOUGH TO MEET OTHER'S EXPECTATIONS,

BUT THE MORE I LONG FOR IT,

THE MORE I FEEL DEPRESSED.

Something is coming; this I know,

for my inner being is in trouble,

as I watch the toadstool grow,

I began to question the meaning of life.

as the twilight falls,

and as the starry star shines,

tears fall from my cheeks,

as though i am already a failure in the eyes of everyone.