Tears. They came unannounced. I don’t like to cry in front of the people because they are biased. They think I want their attention. But, my tears fall even when no one is looking. I wonder whose attention I was looking in the darkest corner of my room.
Don’t come out. They take you wrong. The wetness of my eyes is a mud hole for them. They will mock you and certainly, I do not like to watch them making fun of my deepest emotions you lay bare in front of them. I feel naked and harassed.
My tears are my unspoken words not for everyone to listen. You can spare yourself getting bothered. My tears are my priceless asset. I feel more human when I cry. I have all the right to feel the way I feel.