My Tears

Compelled to cry a silent tear

Having not the reason all girls cry for

My cry is my eye's freedom

They strain to keep those tears inside

If i had not this pencil

I would write with my tears

Words may express how I am

Echoing my chaos

Onto a paper

My feelings are scribbled

But with no words, no paper and no pencil

I cry out my anger and happiness

For if I had nothing to write with

I would write with my tears

Picture by Paulo