Silver tears race each other down my skin

Pooling at my chin

Like acid dripping in

Into my pores

I look in the mirror and see myself

Blotchy red eyes

'Cuz I cried

Multiple times today

This cry is different than I ever cried before

Each and every tear

Is filled with fear

And i'm tortured with every drop

I think I fear the future, but I don't really care

The feeling is just there

And sometimes it flares

Into a volcano

And I end up erupting all my pent up

Feelings, feeling dead

End up in bed

Crying

So I end up at the beginning of the poem again.