Half Past Tea Time (A collection of Poems)

Crybaby

You call me a crybaby
And your right
I am a crybaby
I take things too personal
And then I
Cry and cry and cry and cry
Until I have run out of tears to cry with
And even when I think I've run out of tears
I still continue to
Cry and cry and cry and cry
I've been told that I'm so sensitive
I could cry a whole ocean
But what they didn't say
Is that I would eventually be drowning
In all the tears that I
Cried and cried and cried and cried...