What are tears

That they should run

So freely down my face?

What right do they have?

An alibi

Against my hidden fears.

They stream down my cheeks,

Leaving me helpless.

They anoint me in my darkest hour.

They swell and form along my eyelid;

Brimming to a point 

Where their only path is out.

They fall and tumble;

Racing to show the world 

I am distraught.

They are a truth,

Bolder than I;

Bolder than words will ever be.

They exhibit my sorrow 

For all to see; 

Making me tiny and small.

They humble to the point of truth,

A place I don't often stoop

For fear of ridicule.

They raise questions 

And false carings

And expressions of regret.

Yet they are the only way I have

Against my hard outer world. 

The only way to cope.

Though they betray me,

The betrayal is beneficial; 

Although I shouldn't feel that way.

They have forsaken me;

Shown my inmost feeling;

Shown I am not a mighty god.

What are tears

That they should run

So freely down my face?

They are the truth of who I am.

The defense against all pride.

The wetness of a refreshed soul.