It’s gotten to be too much, the people, the world, and I’ve never felt so isolated and overwhelmed at the same time,
And sometimes I forget that I’m still a kid, because of how adult everything that tries to hurt me is,
I never cry, no, the weakness isn’t allowed,
But if a few tears fall masked by rainfall well who could tell tell the difference?

It’s gotten to be too much, the parents, and pressure, of trying to live up to expectations that they hold for and not with you,
And sometimes they treat me like I’m not a kid, any mistake made spells failure instead of you missed so let’s take this chance to learn from it,
I never object, no, the obsolescence isn’t allowed, but if I let out a scream of defiance now at the same time the thunder lets out a crashing sound who could tell the difference?

And it’s getting to be too much, the silence, and the noise, one consumes the other distracts, but both can be harmful,
And I forget that I’m just a kid, and dwelling too much on the wrong makes the right seem inconsequential, and ignoring it at the same time makes it hurt that much worse when it catches up to you, but I’ll run from both
So if I run in the rain, in fear of my life, not losing it but living it, under the guise of fear of getting wet, well who could tell the difference?

If I just so happen to seem crazy to you, well to me you look insane,
Because you’ve somehow made it this far without succumbing to the world,
But I won’t mind you as you misinterpret my pain,
As me,
Playing,
In the rain.