Teardrops

Tears
Flowing
On the inside
Never fall on the out
Hardly anyone is able to see
Those silent, invisible teardrops
But they're constantly there in those
Whom are in a great, indefinite pain
Who want no one to see them weeping
They want no audience to their pains
Maybe if people truly look close
Then they might be able to see
Who those crying few are
Shedding silent
Teardrops

The End

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