How She Really Feels

She dances in the rain
Jumping in the puddles with her bare feet
Cold as ice but she could care less
Her silky hair blowing with the chilling wind
The rain seems to be dropping in slow motion all around her with a big
sounding 'splat'
Rain drops as clear as crystal falling on her pale face
But what no one realizes is that she is crying
How could a girl that always says, “Its ok” be crying?

by Lost Sierra

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