Tears roll down my eyes
when I’m happy —
so much joy I can’t contain.
Little waterfalls,
every drop filled with joy,
and yet no one is bothered.
The same innocent tears
roll down my eyes;
along with them, they carry
the faintest ache of pain.
The world refused joy,
chose mockery.
The same world acknowledges these tears —
never embracing them,
always criticizing.
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 9:49 AM UTC
Tears roll down my eyes
when I’m happy —
so much joy I can’t contain.
Little waterfalls,
every drop filled with joy,
and yet no one is bothered.
The same innocent tears
roll down my eyes;
along with them, they carry
the faintest ache of pain.
The world refused joy,
chose mockery.
The same world acknowledges these tears —
never embracing them,
always criticizing.
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