Mostly when I cry, I cry without a sound
‘Cause I never want anyone to hear
To pity, to sympathize
Or to tell me It’s gonna be okay, ’cause I know that.
I wail I shriek, all without a sound
and sound only uttered when no one’s around.
People may think, but they don’t know
They may generalize but I don’t fit
They say everybody cries, but I don’t
But you know what, I did cry. Continue reading