My Journey

As the sun shines in through the window I smile. But inside it's raining and only I know what the storms are hiding. The journeys I've been on, the places i've travelled, the things i have learnt. I f only the people I meet see what I see, know what I know, hear what I hear. I f they did then maybe they might understand what I understand.
Why can't I say what I'm thinking without people listening? Why can't I write something down without people reading it? Why wont they leave me to think for myself and do what I think is right? Perhaps this is just a part of my journey?
Every time I do anything I have to think: what will happen as a result of this? What will people think of me after? I never do anything bad, I just want people to have a good opinion of me. I pray and pray and pray. It usually makes me feel better. Knowing that at least God will always make sense of my jumbled up thoughts and listen to what I have to say. Giving me answers along my way.
My journey takes me through the highs and lows of every action and desicion I make and with God by my side everything is a lot easier.
I'm smiling inside and out when the sun shines in through the window.