Contemplation

Staring out my window
Tears falling from my eyes like the
rain in the sky
Occular Precipitation is what I call it.......
It sounds more important that way,
Stress built up from a culmination
of destroyed smiles and dashed dreams
Fury bursting at the seams
AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Sometimes I just wanna scream!
But that never seems to help
I scream 'til I lost my voice
Now I have no choice but to put my pen to paper.
My paper always hears me and never judges
Doesn't look down on me for past held grudges
Only I can see past all my old character smudges.
For now, it's just me in contemplative seclusion with my pen and paper