Tears

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Tears

 

The tears I cry stain the pages of my book,

The pages that make up this story of my life,

The love lost and gained,

The heart ache felt,

The people lost,

The tears are my way to release the emotions,

These have been held back for too long,

I was too strong,

In reality I am too weak to think that this would help,

Repression only lead to my opression,

The opression of self for the 'greater good',

What good would have come from crying to them,

What good could come of my weakness,

I know that it would have shut this down,

But keeping this under wraps,

Keeping my gaurd up for all to know,

This kept from crying with someone,

I now cry alone in a room were only my music can be heard,

Where only God knows my troubles,

Tears are shed for this loss of myself again and again,

This chunk of me that was stolen,

I know it was wrong,

I never wanted this burden,

I never wanted this curse,

I can barely look myself in the eye,

I can barely see past the events of my life,

Everything reminds me of someone I was or someone I wanted to be,

It isn't fair that he took this away from me,

It isn't fair that childhood was out of my reach,

All these things that I couldn't touch,

The tears wash away my inabitions,

They wash away my fears,

They wash away old words written in an old book,

Is it wrong to want my perfection?