"I hate rains when I'm the one drenching"
Says my friend
As we run from the clouded tears
Our footsteps matching,

A loud echo companied by a angry blue light,
View so bold, so beautiful in sight,
But it
Makes her jolt, tremble in fear..
Crouching amidst, a palm on each ear

Taking her time, her gaze lifting ever so slightly,
Takes my extended hand gripping tightly,
"Sorry" she mumbles as we March our way,
"I'm a woman of patience what can I say"
A brief smile tugs her,
"The was a brutal one, are you not afraid? It's more surprising, you being so unfazed"

"Oh dear, what's there to be scared?
The sky is just showing off it's
freedom to flair
If there's any emotion, stiring at that time
Against my morals it's jealousy at its peak"

Dumbfounded "Jealousy?" She questioned

"Look at the thunder,
Hear the out grown screams,
Look how it lashes it's anger
Making it's presence impossible to ignore
Don't we have same anger
Suppressed all along,
Running through the veins
Likely as a pattern of the same sky strike
But look at the power it has over us
While it can destroy without thinking twice
How it advances to the expanse of Sky
All we have is suppressed screams,
Though we carry patterns of similar  themes."

She doesn't like things,
Going round and round,
She likes it short and gets to the point.
But sometimes,
Some things start bugging in her head,
When it was time to bed,
She doesn't know what's bugging her,
And then
That bugs her even more.

I have so many things I'm grateful for,
One must think thee is fortunate,
But wish I could say I love my life,
A life where,
I sure was important,
But never for once, was a priority,
Where I'm sure loved,
But never a beloved,
I hate how I'm never chosen,
I hate the way my opinion is ignored,
I hate the way I'm not considered,
I hate the way you buy my obvious lies,
I hate the way even I never choose me,
I have the way I never got to choose me,
I hate the way I loved you,
I hate the way you love me,
I hate the way I strive for your appreciation,
I hate the way I never give up,
I hate the way I never get used to,
I hate the way only our washroom walls know me,
I hate the way I get ignored,
I hate it so much to admit,
That I'm the side character of my own story,
I hate the way how I feel,
Long gone girl who dreamed to conquer the world,
Long gone girl who was carefree.
From the pit of my stomach to my burning throat,
For once I wish to be selfish and go vanish
For once I wish to to selfish and die.

I laugh at my own tragic fate,
How I'm aware many will cry,
When I die,
Yet no one values,
While I'm alive.

I meant to write a couplet,
Been running out of papers abruptly.....