You stand in the rain, frowning.
Your eyes water your cheeks.
I’d ask what’s wrong,
but you won’t tell.
I tie my tongue in a pretty knot.
I cannot answer
a question never asked.
If you stand in the rain, you too would frown.
And I’ll be amazed if dry your face stays.
Don’t be mad.
Don’t step in mud.
It’s a puddle of dirt.
Your eyes water your cheeks.
I’d ask what’s wrong,
but you won’t tell.
I tie my tongue in a pretty knot.
I cannot answer
a question never asked.
If you stand in the rain, you too would frown.
And I’ll be amazed if dry your face stays.
Don’t be mad.
Don’t step in mud.
It’s a puddle of dirt.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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