I am crying
I am crying
The tears on my pillow
My cheeks are soaked
My mind is confused
What did I do?
My face is wet
Tears are rushing down faster
My pillow is drenched
My cheeks are red
Why is he like this?
I am crying
My sniffles are quiet
My head is pounding
The tears are drying up
Why am I dealing with this?
I wiped my own tears
Turned my pillow over
I am not crying
This poem is about:
Me
Our world