I don’t know why I cry
I don’t understand
Why I get so upset
So mad and so confused
So hurt and so dazed
So alone and so depressed
And I’m still crying
And all I do is
Cry these miserable
Tears that sneak up on
Me in public when
I think I’m safe
And all I do is
Cry these wretched
Tears that attack me
When I think I’m okay
Tears that invade me
When I think I’m fine
And I’m still crying
For no reasoning, at least,
Not for one I see
Just to cry all alone
My tears and me
And I still cry
And then I think …
Maybe these tears
Rescue me from being
Alone, as often as I am
My tears are the only ones
Who understand me, afterall,
They are me and a part of my
Mind, my soul, and my universe
And as I still cry and
As my eyes transform
Into rubies dripping with
Glistening diamonds,
I continue to cry
Maybe because although
The pain is evident, ultimately,
My tears are priceless.
Robyn V. Evans
01/08/02