Treasure Island

Mariah Williams

(November 1,1990 / Alabama)

Real Tears?


You say that I give off croc tears
But you never seem to realize that my tears
Are real

You never seem to see that pain that I see
You never seem to feel the pain that lives
In me

Why can't you just comprehend
Myself, my being, me
Or just walk out the door and leave me be

Open your eyes
And maybe you'll come to realize
That I'm dieing slowly...on the inside

A death so long
So fatal
So agonizing

All because of

One missed birthday
One broken heart
One lost soul

Will this heartache ever be mended?

Submitted: Friday, June 08, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, March 09, 2011

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  • Philip Housiaux (2/5/2008 1:28:00 PM)

    Very good work. Your nice simple thoughts in the triplet rhymes conveyed
    the sensitivity of the voice.thanks (Report) Reply

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