rain

I'm sitting, except for that i'm not sitting, i'm actually standing by the window, but its not a window is a door, i'm creeping down the stairs, but i'm really still in my room, but its not my room because its in your house, therefore making it your room. I wonder is you know how much pain I'm in, but that’s foolish because you don’t care about me, you say you do but we both know that that is a lie. I lie to you sometimes, but i'm really not lieing i'm telling the truth you just cant see it. You lie too, but your never telling the truth , you hide, like we are playing a game and i'm the seeker and you think that I don’t know where you are and what your doing but that’s not true because I know exactly where you are and what your doing. I question if you do, because most often you don’t and you go along like everything's normal but its not and you know that.