Beautiful Disguise
People worry so much about me. When they worry it makes them sad. I don't want people being so sad about me. Rain is a great cover-up.
Beautiful Disguise
The cooling rain comes falling down
collecting in pools at her feet.
Washing tears away, cries to drown,
making steam rise in bitter waves of heat.
She sees her reflection in a puddle and stares
at a face that has crumbled, caught in a snare.
Water drips mercifully from each strand of hair
ruining the image of angelic despair.
At least, she thinks, the rain will diffuse
any wondering concerns there are of her mood.
And once again she will not lose.
Mastering the art of which to elude.
Inside, she is sad, but continues to pretend
because it seems they will suffer more.
And their happiness matters more in the end
so she will hide this pain with the thousands before.