I'm reminded.

I'm reminded my mistakes each and everyday that the tears are signs of regret.

The tears are signs of a baby.

The tears are signs of carelessness.

I can't stop them.

I want you to believe I'm fine, because I my minds tricking me to be. I've even fooled myself.

But I'm not fine. I've had so much stress and expectation.

Mistakes.

It's like a giant dark rain cloud that follows me around. Some days it sprinkles, some days it's just a small bit of thunder and lightning.

Other days it's a full on storm. A full Thunder, lighting, heavy rain with hail beating on my head.

Nagging and poking and hitting. Bruises left there forever. If the bruises are touched, I will wince. If they are pushed and held onto with such force, I will cry.

This is one of those times.

When you raised your voice.

You yelled. And you got angry that I didn't like that. You got angry that I made the mistake of crying. That I didn't understand.

So you yelled and squeezed the bruises and sent the storm.

Now I've become the cloud and my tears are the drops of rain. As hard as hail.

A mistake. Would that be the same if I just said me?