Written on The Roof.

Droplets fall down the window pane.
Droplets fall down my cheeks, again.
Rage, Fury, Anger, Hurt...
Neglect, Sorrow...
Some of the things I've felt.

Colours go grey.
Stars don't shine.
Smiles show happiness,
I'm afraid I've lost mine.

A bruise, an ache,
A happy smile replaced by a Fake.
A cut, some scars.
She's allowed it all, so far.

Night after night,
She is restless and has no sleep.
Her only solace is those few moments with Deep.

Time is passing,
he clock ticks on, slowly.
Storm's a brewing,
not too long, she worries.

She feels it inside,
She can feel it erupting.
She doesn't want to bear these burdens anymore;
She doesn't want to be the Ugly Duckling.