Poem: For Years, No Tears Have Been Shed

For Years, No Tears Have Been Shed

You ask me why I frown

Because I can't cry

A tear hasn't been shed in years

Of course the tears are always there, but they come dry.

I can scream, with only the ground for support

I frown, and my eyes are sealed; people don't want to look too long

I smile, and I have to let people in

And we all know how that ends

I smile, and the tear ducts are open

The flood gates lay bare

But of course there are no tears left to flood the room, so the anguish melts and stagnates within me

Burning me up from the inside

Like the residual ashes of a cigarette end

For once, just the once, I would like not to be used and abused.

For once, I would like not to be the bad guy for trying to be a friend

But, naturally, I am the narcissist for believing, not from lack of trying, that I am a good person