Tears Poem by Ayla Tulip

Tears, never seen and never known.
Tears, half awake and half asleep.
Tears, always grown, never shown.
Tears that are hard sometimes to keep.
Tears, come and go day in day out.
Tears, so alive and so dead.
Tears, cause there's no more voice to shout.
Tears that you hide to get your bread.
Tears so interesting to no one.
Tears, like a sacrifice for good.
Tears, caterpeller's little cone.
Tears that you cry as if you should.
Tears like a shower of confession.
Tears only give a chance to cry.
Tears without visible intention.
Tears're useless nowadays. Why cry?