Teardrops

Teardrops falling from my eyes.
Gliding slowly onto my cheeks.

Hiding from others,

in a secluded corner, I silently weep.

In a crowded space,

did not let anyone notice the tears forming in my eyes.

For they would want to know what happened,

when all I want to do is cry.

These falling teardrops tell a story,

that only I can recite.

Always donning a brave face in front of others,

so no one will know how unhappy I am.

But, alas, these teardrops will continue to fall,

even when I don't want them to fall.