poetry?

Im in a mood and it's tempting to turn off my phone and literally hide under the covers when I'm like this
I cant handle actual communication because I hate how stupid I sound when Im acting like an emo sixteen-year-old
so instead Im sharing a poem that I wrote about a year ago.


The sun is coming out
But I've already made my peace with the rainy blues
I faced the rain
as it fell
I sighed
as it splashed
Sneered
as it dripped

I resigned myself to wearing rain boots
Big Plastic Heavy and Bright

Then sneaking out from behind the clouds
Came the sun
So the boots get put away
My feet saved from sweaty, non-conforming synthetics
Saved for another Rainy Day
When all I'll want is the sun