Random Poetry

Crying

Crying

I felt it again...
I just wat to cry...
But I don't know why...
Maybe I'm hurt...

I looked at myself in the mirror.
I don't have any bruises or wounds,
I don't feel any physical pain.
But why do I want to cry?

I asked myself, "Who am I?"
I riminisced everything that happened to me,
And then all I can say is, "I am no one."

I'm a weakling, a crybaby, and a scared girl.
I am bullied a lot.
I cry just with simple things.
And I'm scared of every step I'll take.

I always say to myself, "I'm tired of crying."
And convinced myself mot to cry anymore.
But whenever I remember everything that has happened to me,
I burst out crying and can't stop my tears from falling.

I hate it, I hate it, I hate it
When will it stop?
When will my crying stop?
When will my eyes be emptied out by my tears?

I tried so hard not to cry just with simple things.
I tried so hard not to get myself be emotional.
But everytime I try,
I'm still the weakling, the crybaby, and the scared girl that I always am.