cry

tears run down my face
looking for someone to
talk to
is nobody here?
will no one listen
to this relief
of emotion,
this breakdown
in my mind's
organised confusion
this commotion
that has rendered
me a shadow
of my own image
my tears roll as my
soul is squeezed
in a vice so tight,
it makes everything else
that happened before this
look alright.

the moment has passed,
but it'll come again
perhaps tomorrow,
or the day after or
next year
i don't know where
or how,
but it'll happen again
i'll cry again,
cuz all this rage that builds up
all this frustration that carries
from day to day
will need release

a damp spot appears
on my sleeve
as i try to dry my tears
before my friends see them
and begin to sneer
the moment has passed
but it shall come again,
i'll cry someday...