Listen To The Wind Poem by Name Withheld

Why is it when you see my you cry
What kind of emotion do I put in you that does this
I try to be myself, but am I just a tragic
The tears the flow like a steady stream reflect my face as I watch them fall
Each hit the ground taking with them things I should have done
My only hope is to say something now that will change how you feel about me
And stop the never ending stream of tears
And restore the beautiful smile that once graced from your face