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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