I was told to never let tears fall from your eyes.
A mask is the perfect disguise.
My emotions stay on the backburner.
I contemplate how I will survive without prior knowledge of being alive.
You are a natural release, but I hesitate if I should ever let you leave.
I am ashamed of your nature as you leave me vulnerable to bleed.
When you fall from my eye.
I quickly wipe you.
The slightest sign of weakness my ego cannot take.
I am entrapped in tears hoping they will flow.
I am in bondage and I am praying to be set free.
I wish my emotion were not soft spoken.
Tears roll down from my eyes as pain is released from my soul.
I am not weak, but these tears help me to gain control.