Every tear

Every tear shreds my soul more.
One of the good parts of having a soul.
When a tear lands on me it feels wet
Tingly to my skin because my skin is a virgin to tears
How can you cry over something like that?
Did it really effect you that deeply?
I don't cry.
I let tears stream down my face,
But I don't cry.
How can you stand there and look at me
Telling me what to do
Am I acting the way you want me to?
Am I normal like you now?
I can try to be everything for you
But no matter how hard I try,
It's just never good enough for you is it?

Poem by J.A.D. © 2001