Tears
I try to hold them in
Try not to let them leak
But my efforts were weak
And I feel my face turn red
And then they come
My enemy
They tell me I'm weak
But now I see
The tears are my fear
But what is to fear?
I am done with these tears
Jacie Jacobs
Thu 3rd Mar 2022 00:00
This is my first poem on Write it loud, and I hope you like it!