TEARS

TEARS

Why do I cry? 

Why do their words wretch my soul

Am I weak? 

Does this make me weak? 

Pouring down my emotions into tears

Is this weak? 

Why do I care? 

Does caring makes me weak? 

Should I not care. Will that make me strong?

Strong enough to not make my eyes welled up 

Every time I hear something cruel.

Do they know? 

Do they know what their words do to my heart?

Do they know that every time they say something mean,

A part of me weeps to make it clean

Where do I draw the line?

Caring makes me vulnerable

Vulnerable makes me weak

Weak makes me cry

I don't want to cry