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

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Jacie Jacobs

Thu 3rd Mar 2022 00:00

This is my first poem on Write it loud, and I hope you like it!

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