are something that I have learned to hide.
Seen as a weakness to my parents, seen as too sensitive.
Grow up, you aren't a baby anymore.
Stop crying, you have everything.

Bottled up inside me I learned to control them.
I learned to ignore them
every time they threatened to burst.
Tears are a luxury we all take for granted.

I've grown to accept this part of me,
grown to accept that tears aren't the enemy.
A part of me will always whisper to myself,
grow up, stop being a baby.

But in the end, we all shed some tears.

Candles flicker
with begged forgiveness,

each tender wick
a glowing reminder,

each drop of wax
a tear sliding down
the father’s cheek.

Having lit them all,
I wait for him to come.

All the tears would treat like a stranger
Cause they're castaway into your heart That is fragile!

Isn’t it cool
How tears are clear
The only time someone isn’t hiding themself
And their fear

There is a moment in sorrow
When the only thing you can think
Is what truly makes you happy
And what also makes you sink

It makes it seem great
To always be unhappy
But to all seeking it
I wish it never be your fate

Cause openness is bliss
But too much is a crutch
Cause not only will people judge You
But You will too

I wish I never had this power
To feel down and lonely and sour
Whenever I or you or anyone
Is in any sort of pain

I’m sure you know the pain
The kind you can’t subdue
But what else can I do
The rainbow is on a vertical plane
Something I can never reach
But can always watch and preach

I guess I kind of like being dark
Where there’s no difference between people’s light and their shade
I can always act as I want
Where my clarity will never fade