Crying Tears That Never Fall

You ask, what burden I carry,

that makes my heart so cold

You wonder why I lack some expression

and of what kind of secrets my heart does hold.

I am flattered by your curiosity

And the time you have taken to care,

but trust me when I say this,

my feelings you should not fair.

Pay no attention to my polished and reserved disposition,

my misplaced female intuition.

Tell me why you seek to see,

the pain growing inside of me,

the pain you know everyone feels

but has learned to enact so easily.

Why must the salty water fall from my eyes?

Why can I not keep it in, with my head held high?

What sign does this liquid show?

Why must I openly acknowledge my constant woe?

What is it that these tears add to my femininity?

Tell me, so at last I may see.

You say it is not natural for one to bottle things inside

You say it will have a diverse effect on my mind

Of where did you learn these great wisdoms,

of these so called universal truths

Take me to this place or to this man,

so I may have some proof,

so my eyes may water the very things I’ve kept held inside,

so my eyes may water the very things you say burden my soul and mind.

I assure you my friend,

My sanity is no ticking bomb,

and my emotional senses are not completely numb.

I cry very regularly, I’ll have you know,

and right now there is no pain for me to show.

You say, how can this be,

as you have never seen a single tear,

never heard a sob or seen any fear.

My reply is this;

Pain I do feel,

Sorrow I do know,

and burdens I always carry,

many past issues still do tarry.

Let me put it this way;

If the pain I feel is invisible,

Why should the evidence of my feelings show?

Maybe the most effective tears do not fall from your eyes,

but from a place deep inside,

where all our emotions go.

But even as we speak right now,

and bring to surface the pain inside

I ask you, how you have not seen the tears I’ve cried