Rain

I Really Hate "Rain"

I hate Rain.

I hate him since the second he set foot inside this classroom.

I hate it when he smiles at me.

I hate it that he laughs with everyone.

I hate how he's so carefree

And yet he still succeed in everything he does.

I hate that he's surrounded by people

That he's liked by everyone.

Even though he is Rain

He's not like the rain

Even the least bit.

I really hate Rain

because he's everything that I'm not.

I hate Rain.

I don't know how many times I had prayed for him to just disappear.

And now, I hate myself more.

I'll never stop hating Rain

Like I'll never stop hating the rain.

He's full of hope

And life

And vibrancy.

He's the opposite of me.

The white to my black.

The light to my dark.

The good to my evil.

I'm nothing like him.

And that's why I hate Rain.

Yes, I hate Rain.

I always carry an umbrella

Because the rain always reminds me of him.

I hate Rain so much.

Because when I'm around him, I hate myself

Even more

Ten times

A hundreds times

A thousand times more.

And the hate grows

Because I can never be like him.

I'm just me.

The girl who hates the rain.

Who is evil

Hopeless

And alone under the shadow of her precious umbrella.

I hate the rain.

And I hate me too.