Who is the girl crying in the rain?
Why is she crying?
Why is there confusion in her eyes?
Oh…I know who she is.
She is another me,
The fragile, insecure me-a follower
I’m shivering in the cruel reality
Alien voices penetrating like needles
Telling me what to do
As long as I stay in the crowd, follow others
Everything will be fine
I convince myself
Accept their “suggestion“
Dress the way they want to see, say the things they like to hear,
I believe that by doing so,
My mind won’t be cloudy,
Sunshine will come
But somehow, the smile of the sun hides the mockery,
As if laughing at me, my foolishness,
For I choose to get away all the sorrow,
And give up my true self
Then, the wind brings the message from the sun,
“The answer is around”
But I didn’t notice,
The winds says as long as I turn around
The answer is right there.
PS. YOUR power is greater than what you think, but only YOU can decide how far you can go and where you stop.