Tears
Running down your cheeks,
sparkling in light
Was it pain, or was it fear
was it anger, or was it despair
But weren't they priceless, they once said
or are they worthless I always said
My anger dismissed through my silence,
and my silence broke into tears
Should I let them keep running,
or keep them buried inside
They were worthless to many,
yet priceless to some
Was I forced to break down,
or did I volunteer to withstand
A question shall always remain,
To whom were they worthless, and to whom were they priceless?
This poem is about:
Our world
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