Tiny Words.

Last night when it was storming, raining, and freezing. I went outside to watch the thunder roll in with bare feet and a cigarette to keep it all at ease. I watched the leaves fall from the hard blows they got from the sleet. Wishing that everyday could be like this. Wishing I didn't have to go back to the real world and worry about what are they gonna think? what are they gonna say? When I should just brush them off and tend to my own life. I shouldn't have to worry about my friends that don't agree. If they don't agree then they don't agree. But I take things to personal. But the rain. the rain didn't care where it went, what it hit, what it felt. Fell where it pleased to be. Didn't care if it wasn't suppose to be there or not. Water was always calm. but I'm fire. the raging child. the one that can't calm down unless someone finally throws themselves on me. I've got to learn to either change... Or except myself. So others will learn to except me for who I am. A friend I hope will learn to except me for what i do and not put it down...... But that friendship was already in its worst state. I'll wait for it to comeback together it always does.