ocean of tears

(poems go here) i cry a lot. ashamed to admit it but my emotions cannot be quenched. bottle my tears slap on a cheap label charge five dollars for the drink of my depression. ship the bottles out to a third-world country destroy their land and force the people to industrialize tell them that native traditions are wrong that plastic is the answer. bottle their tears you could fill the ocean. ashamed to admit that i cry what is my pain? i live in a house, with plenty of food my family is healthy. but i fear something in my head is not. ship me out to a third-world country. teach me how to suffer.