The song of the unfortunates

Tears

My freshly wept tears roll down my face,

As your harsh cold words push me in my place.

You told me all the reasons I was wrong,

And now I feel like I'll never be strong.

You showed me my faults and all my flaws,

And then you trapped me in a room with no doors

And the tears flow faster, more and more,

Until they form a puddle on the floor.

But your voice still echoes around my head,

Saying words that make me want to be dead.

And they scar my mind with some burns and a cut,

But this will teach me to keep my mouth shut.

The tears still run down my bright happy face,

And now I know not to step out of place.