In my silent tears i drill,
Deep deep down into my gloomy heart.
I sit and watch as circles walk.
I sit and watch as friends make calls.
But each time i see a friend make that Call, it makes me feel even more insecure.
I smile and act like im fine.
Perhaps i never was that fine.
Everyone that comes in leaves for the friend next seat.
Even the family members think im menion.
So What else could i do other than stick to the one that stays around?
When you yelled in place of a hug today i walked away and thought of leaving you.
But of what benefit is it to me ?
Then i went back and apologized for your rudeness.
The tears were threatening, like a damp about to break,
But i struggled with all my strength and kept them in so they dont fall because i have to smile just when you want me to .
Yes! Perhaps in my silent tears im meant to drill.
