Who I am

The rain falls everyday from a cloud that seems to always be over me
I can't talk nor scream for I'm always judged for the littlest thing
Maybe the worlds better with my silence bu how great would the world be without my presence?
I'm scared to die...but that's the only thing that people seem to see best for me
I could run a million miles away from where I am today but no matter what....no one will like me for me....
So yell at me, hit me....I don't care anymore
I'll still be blunt and rude to those who have no business with me and I'll still be kind and gentle to those in need
You can take away my will to talk but no one can take away who I am

Reviews

[Not A Writer]

Good emotion and description. Everybody can relate to this poem. However, if you want to make it more like a poem, shorten the lines. Good job and keep up the writing.