Lone Tear Poem by candice cagle

As I sit here on my bed.
Surronded by my things.
I sit and remember.
The reasons behind the scars on my heart.
I do not cry two tears over them.
But just a lone tear.
A tear thats lonely just like me.
Sure i have a man, but what's a man who rarely ever see's the real me?
The real me who loves to dance and sing, or write about stuff i dont know.
You can see the outer me.
My friends see me through my eyes.
The lone tear in my eye.
So when will you see the lone tear inside of me