I Cry Poem by ANGELA BROWN

Sometimes when I am alone
I cry because I am on my own
The tears I cry R bitter and warm
They flow with life but take no form
I cry because my heart is torn
and I find it difficult to continue
If I had an ear to confide in
I would cry among my treasured friends
But who do u know that stops that long?
To help another continue
The world moves fast, and it would rather pass u by
than two stop and c what makes u cry
It is painful and sad and sometimes I cry
and no one cares about why.