Individuality Poem by Rayven Forrest

The rain falls so fast
And dreams that begin to happen never seem to last.
Eyes that begin to water
Have lost someone whether mother or father.
Hugs and kisses loses it's interest
And as far as eye contact, you can now see the difference.
Touch is no longer contagious yet satisfying
Emotional feelings begin to mean nothing.
How do you determine the greater value of ones individuality,
If hurt is the introductory?