You like to judge me by my tears that ..constantly.. Spill from my eyes
Thinking me w e a k And beneign but I am not ashamed of these feelings they are mine
Are you jealous? Do you hate it?
Emotions freely parading down my face, too much emotion to hold in, break free in rivers effortlessly down my face.
It hurts to see how easy it is, when all you want is release. To be free.
To be W e a k like me.
You may look down on me, frowning at me, with your grimace but it's because
you crave this.