Rainy Thoughts

As I lie on my bed,

With a dizzy head,

The rain pouring its threats,

The strangest questions pop into my head.

Why is it that we need warmth, the need to smile, to laugh, to cry,

 to hug someone out of sheer joy?

Why do these blue and grey skies put me back in time?

Why does the smell of ma's food, makes me wanna cry?

Why am I human, or what makes me believe I am one? 

Is it the mess in my head, or the emotional stump?

Whatever it's in,

I've never understood the complexity of my brain,

How do I not find comfort in the places I've lied in,

But in the droplets of the rain?

Why do I think of love,

When I'm just 16?

Why do I think I'll ruin everything,

When I haven't gotten my paints ready?

Why am I afraid of music,

Why am I afraid to express,

Why am I afraid to dance

Why am I the damsel in distress?

All these questions, 

Make me wonder,

What's the point of life?