Pain Delt With Poem by mystery writer

standing in the pink gray light of the early morning sighing for the loss i suffer. A burning intense gaze at the water that streaks the mascara down my face. I cry out all the pain and hurt.watching the way life continues as i'm frozen in place. I feel no shame, for the tears I cry have meaning, a sense of worth to me.The tears they continue to roll and paint a picture apon my face like the ink blots at a phsychiatrist's office. I feel that even when the tears stop, the pain is still written on my face. Almost like its engraved there for everyone to see. The sad drooping eyes, worry creased forhead, and tear stained face. Yes, yes everyone must know that, that fake smile i put on everyday isn't in the least bit reall? They know i'm just running through the motions in my life.They all seemingly study me with those critical eyes, to see if its all fake. Or maybe they're just like me, you know just as bored and tired of life? ? And sometimes at random points i feel a live again lilttle by little til i am yet again opressed with doubt and disbelief.I feel like a hamster who against his will is locked in its cage, starving smelling food, but the dark tinted glass tell me none of whats on the other side.The moments, days, weeks even years pass but yet time means nothing to me anymore its just sailing by daring me to touch even catch it. I'll admit the temptation is strong but for now I am content. I'll just have to live with the pain i suffer day in and day out.For the tears help me none.