Mirror & The Rain

He looked in the mirror with disgust...and anger 

as if the reflection was not his own but of his enemy. 

He cursed at it clenching his fists and hitting at the glass , 

wanting it to shatter into a million bloody pieces.

Hoping that next time it would reveal someone else .

A single shimmering glass tear fell from his eye , 

enough to say to himself he wasn't happy . 

The boy couldn't take it anymore...

He stormed out of his bedroom and 

wandered into the midnight streets , 

spitting out words of hate that needed to be said

 but not heard by travelling ears . 

When the rain came down , 

he took a deep breathe in ... And out. 

 Trying to feel more at peace 

Because instead of drowinh in his own thoughts

He could drown his head in the rain

Author's Note

I love the rain