Silver tears race each other down my skin
Pooling at my chin
Like acid dripping in
Into my pores
I look in the mirror and see myself
Blotchy red eyes
'Cuz I cried
Multiple times today
This cry is different than I ever cried before
Each and every tear
Is filled with fear
And i'm tortured with every drop
I think I fear the future, but I don't really care
The feeling is just there
And sometimes it flares
Into a volcano
And I end up erupting all my pent up
Feelings, feeling dead
End up in bed
Crying
So I end up at the beginning of the poem again.
