The world seems to deem me a woman unafraid;
A warrior who's head and heart have never yet been slayed;
They judge me soft and delicate never knowing pain;
But really I am drowning here from all my silent rain;
From afar you watch looking at my every cloud;
Knowing that by doing nothing all this pain you allowed;
As I suffer I hear a shriek and turn my face to you;
With teary eyes you display your finger and blood that drew;
A tiny dot of crimson red forms upon your skin;
Everyone now worries about you as you hide your pin;
Growing tired I start to sink watching people fawn;
I wonder if they'll finally notice once I'm dead and gone;
Maybe one day they will see the person that I am;
Not just the fierce, bold lion they thought hid behind this lamb;
Maybe one day they will see that while they busied helping you;
I was out here drowning and yet no one even knew;
For you drew attention to the smallest pain;
While i drowned all alone in my silent rain
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