when the tears come streaming down your face
and you lose something you can't replace
when you love someone but it goes to waste
could it be worse...

we try to hide it all beneath the laughter
mask it with idle chatter and silly remarks
and perhaps then all the unhappiness will dissolve into nothingness
but does it really simply disappear?
or do they crytalize into tear drops that hang suspended in the void between us
threatening to cascade down when you least expect it
piercing straight through my already wounded and bruised soul

you claim that you know when i cry
then why make me?
do you even know me at all?