This time it wont be about you. <br /> <br />Staring out into the grey skies as the rain comes pouring down <br />I have nothing else, no one else to believe in, not even myself. <br />The music both surrounds and engulfs me as I lay here listening <br />For there's nothing else in the world right now I'd rather be doing <br />Letting the music flow through me, taking me away <br />Catching my breath in every single imaginable way. <br />I write and rewrite, type and delete <br />Because there is nothing I could ever think of <br />that could describe how I feel today. <br />I suppose that God knows how I feel because he has made the weather reflect. <br />The roaring thunder and piercing lightning runs through the sky. <br />My heart beats faster, irregular beats, each one harder. <br />And sometimes I feel invisible and nothing I do is ever good enough <br />Then it catches me off guard, just like the rain <br />The tears that build up, the ones I try to hide <br />Like rain falling to the ground, they fall <br />I close my eyes and let my fingers linger on the keys <br />Because I have nothing left to say <br />Absolutely nothing left to say.<br /><br />Rosa Lin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-time-it-s-different/
