Tears

Another batch is brewing
Quickly forming into tears
There is no way to prevent them
They are finally here
Before she can control it
Tears gracefully fall from her eyes
She sits behind her bedroom door
And silently she cries
Slowly moving from the socket
And down upon her cheeks
This girl is feeling miserable
Believing she is weak
When the tears stop flowing
She puts on her fake mask
Pretends that she is happy
And prays her image lasts.