If i ever find myself.

Rain has always been the tears for me.

Whenever I could not cry.

My heart's been bleeding.

On & off throughout my entire life.

And if I've no one to listen but myself.

I find some paper & write.

Constantly, I stand in feud, arguement, war.

Or epic battle with my mind.

Yet, through it all.

It'll be ever alright.

Whether I gave my pain a notice.

Has no matter to what light.

If only, if only I could weep.

The relief out of my eyes.

My most often question.

Is forever, "Why?"

Yes, I can discover others well.

But who am I?

Forever difficult to answer.

With this, I cannot lie.

Through this piece.

I've kept a good rhyme.

There again & again.

Ending every line.

I've tried to allow.

Things to slide.

Still, they forever return.

And then they bite.

Once I find peace.

Then maybe I'll fly.

My emotions, my scars, my thoughts.

So sly.

If ever I found myself.

I'd say, "Oh my