Chapter 3

Tears.
I make them come out
When I am alone.
It gives me solace.
Maybe to show
I am human,
Or maybe to
Feel something;
To feel
The tears slide down,
Wetting my cheeks
And my neck.
Thoughts,
Sad thoughts,
Rush through,
None of which
Occured, but all
An exaggeration
Of the truth,
Even if
There may be
No such thing.

It gives me
Pleasure
To cry
But only when
I'm alone.
In front of
Others,
With
Others,
I feel weak,
Stupid.
But alone,
The prison
Bars
Disappear,
And my thoughts
Come forth,
Even if they may
Be negative.