A lot of times I wonder, "Where do I belong?"

I told my mom, she told me this feeling is wrong.

She said I belonged no matter what anyone said,

But still I felt useless and I still felt dead. 

I wish I belonged, I wish I was real,

You would never understand how I feel.

I don't want to be the girl who feels pain,

After all my only friend is the falling rain.

If the rain wants me to play, it would come knocking,

When I feel sad, I just go outside and start talking.

The rain would listen and then reply,

I wondered and wondered, "why?"

Why would the rain want me to be it's friend?

The rain loved me, and that's all it said.