He stands in the rain

soaked to the skin 

wondering where in the world she has been.

A girl sits on the floor,

leaning on a cabinet,

writing a letter to someone she knows probably won't read it.

She's safe inside,

he's out in the rain.

He walks away,

willing to try another day.

She walks out into the storm,

not wanting those inside to see her cry.

She does a lot of that lately,

haunted by sorrow.

Never letting anyone know is one of her problems.

She wonders to herself all the time,

Is it bad to be a fangirl?

But she never gets the answer,

instead pushing it away,

Like all the other thoughts inside her pretty head.

No one knows how damaged she is,

and she plans to keep it that way.

No one will know,

no one gets hurt.