Tears, my shameless strength.
Amazing these tears are, aren't they? They have a function in our body, a physiological function, sometimes I wish its function stopped right there.. its getting involved in our emotions is sometimes unacceptable..
And then there are people who can't cry, the world calls them strong. And there are who can when need be, I call them strong. And then there are people like me who produce excessive amount of tears with any kind of intense emotion, and shed them shamelessly in public. What they are called? An old neighbor of mine doesnt know my name, ever since he has known me, he has called me Runchi. (cry baby) -and I testify, still the name holds true.
I think of myself strong, because to cry is also an ability, for me its an ability to clear my head of scarring memories and my heart of pain. No matter what the world says, I say crying is my strength. ( Hell! It was my strength, I could bully the bully when I was in kindergarten/class pp, because he was scared to bully me as I would cry so easily. He used to steal chocolates from others, but gave to me and requested not to cry.. Muhaha-evil laugh)
I have just one complain from my tears, I wish they would just flow in privacy and not make a public spectacle. Am a very self conscious person, with kind of a low self esteem, I would like to gain attention for good things, shameless tears embarrass me a lot, because then the world calls me weak. I have spent the two decades of my life creating this image of a female Hitler, these shameless tears ruin everything.
I call it my strength and yet I blame it, then I worry it might abandon me. So, let be it, flow as you want to my shameless strength, you strengthen me, and I will keep making more of thee.
And then there are people who can't cry, the world calls them strong. And there are who can when need be, I call them strong. And then there are people like me who produce excessive amount of tears with any kind of intense emotion, and shed them shamelessly in public. What they are called? An old neighbor of mine doesnt know my name, ever since he has known me, he has called me Runchi. (cry baby) -and I testify, still the name holds true.
I think of myself strong, because to cry is also an ability, for me its an ability to clear my head of scarring memories and my heart of pain. No matter what the world says, I say crying is my strength. ( Hell! It was my strength, I could bully the bully when I was in kindergarten/class pp, because he was scared to bully me as I would cry so easily. He used to steal chocolates from others, but gave to me and requested not to cry.. Muhaha-evil laugh)
I have just one complain from my tears, I wish they would just flow in privacy and not make a public spectacle. Am a very self conscious person, with kind of a low self esteem, I would like to gain attention for good things, shameless tears embarrass me a lot, because then the world calls me weak. I have spent the two decades of my life creating this image of a female Hitler, these shameless tears ruin everything.
I call it my strength and yet I blame it, then I worry it might abandon me. So, let be it, flow as you want to my shameless strength, you strengthen me, and I will keep making more of thee.
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