poem
Shining wet teardrops
Fall from my eyes
In attempt to unleash
The pain that’s inside
Instead of being soothed
By showing what I feel
The tear drops are knives
Of cold metal steel
I wipe my eyes
So you won’t know
But by stopping short
This feeling only grows
I fear that you’ll think
I’m sad and alone
And worry I can’t handle
Life on my own
My soul pours out
Down my face
My head’s toward the ground
Held in disgrace
If you think I’m happy
That I don’t cry
Then maybe I’ll appear
Stronger in you eyes
I try to escape
The way that I feel
But these tear drops
Are just too real…