The Storm

I sit by the window,
staring out at the rain
reminding me of tears

They fall...
all the time, tears fall
trying to erase my pain.

The raging storm outside..
reflects the way I feel
collecting over time, and bursting

I wonder..
Is it my fault?
am I just unable to be loved?

Do I do something....
to hurt others?
am i unaware?

Or am I too sensitive..
for this world?
I wish I knew..

Am I forever destined,
to be romanced ..
then cast away?

Am I too kind..
giving to others,
what I desire for myself?

Do I give up..
and live only for myself,
staring at the rain?

Should I turn you away
when you need comfort or love?
the way you do to me?

Constantly getting my hopes up
only to have them battered
like the rain beating down ..

I don't know, I never will..
I just sit here, watching the storm
the only thing that cries more than I...