Once a girl
Had seen me cry
And attempted to repose me
By telling me
There is nothing wrong
With being sensitive

What she didn't know
Is how it felt
  To have glassy eyes
    Accompanied by blurred vision
     And a puffy scarlet face
To hold on to salty tears
Until my head split with aching pain
  Because I was so terrified
   Of anyone catching a glimpse
    Of my canary yellow heart
     Turn cobble stone grey