Bitter Tears

I'm tired of crying these bitter tears of misery
My tears didn't used to burn like this
They used to be easy to cry
Not so bitter and hot
They were soft and warm
But now I see in different colors
My colors are no longer green and blue yellow and bright
Now they are the dark colors of black and red and I have darkness in sight
I refuse to follow by your light
I am my own and I know whats in my sight
I refuse to follow another's path
I take my own and leave it in blood and tears
This is my trail
My train has purposely become De-railed
I go by my own book
My own guidelines
Don't tell me of rules
Cause they are not mine
I am me
And it is my eyes
That cry these bitter tears of misery

©Angel Wellesley