(Written December of 2010)
My tears are bitter and warm
They flow with life but take no form
I cry because of the pain
The hurt in my heart which is hard to explain
So I wear a disquise
That plays tricks on your eyes
You see happiness but what you really see is lies
So I pour out my heart on paper with a pen
So you can read my thoughts and see how I feel from within
I don't seek pity or even sympathy
But maybe it will enter your mind from a single glimpse of me
Remember looks can be decieving
I am alive flesh and blood and blessed I'm still breathing
But I do seek some sort of affection
Hopefully I can be the spark in someone's positive direction
I write these words not for myself
But to strike the match and light the flame in someone else
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