You may be wondering
How your pain goes unnoticed.
Feeling like you're screaming,
And nobody is even looking in your direction.
How is it possible
That nobody hears?
But it is impossible for anyone to hear you
Because they are all screaming too,
Waiting for someone
To hear their strident plea for help.
The unfortunate truth
Is that we are all screaming at the top of our lungs
Hoping that someone will notice.
But how can one be expected to hear anyone else's sadness
Over the deafening sound of their own?
We can cry enough tears
To create a puddle at our feet.
But the world is a terribly sad place
And it is nearly impossible
To notice just another puddle in the midst of a rainstorm.
You may be feeling alone,
But I assure you that you are not.
We are all stuck in this rainstorm.
And maybe one day
We will find clear skies.