Tears ........

My tears,

They don’t mean anything.

Even when my eyes are red

and swollen,

and tears run down my cheeks

in two fine streams.

No sobs escape from me,

just a sigh or two,

here and there,

while I try to console myself,

convince myself,

that someone will understand,

that it’s going to be okay,

when I know very well it won’t.

No matter how painful it is for me

I’ll only be ridiculed

They’ve never walked in my shoes,

So they’ll never understand.

For them,

My tears,

They don’t mean anything.