By Michelle Hulan
Date: 12 February 2000

tears

 I must have cried so many times
to the point were i’m hurt and red at the eyes
it takes me a while to make me burst out
they laughed when i cried my tears and shout
“ look at the one who is not strong at all.”
“ you say one joke and that one will fall.”
my salty tears still go ahead
i ran home and cried in bed
i miss my old home i miss my old me 
i used to be fun and act happily
but somehow my soul still wasn’t at home
i could have been there hadn’t i known
my old thoughts pulled out at my hair
i again turned red and wished i was there
i tried everything there was no way out
i was walking around and began to pout
i started to think of my old favorite places
home again, and my favorite faces
i began to walk on a dark street
unaware of who i would meet
as i walked through the scary hall
a man stood infront of me like nothing at all
he took a look at my watery eyes
wiped all my tears
stole all my cries
for some reason i felt better and uplifted
i smiled and shifted
never again did i see that boy
but he brought me everlasting joy
not as much do i cry
now i sit at home and sigh
perhaps he was an angel sent from above
and that’s how he knew 
all i needed was love