I was frail as a child,
Crying over things so small.
But time, I thought, was shaping me,
Making me bolder, standing tall.

It was hard to find a friend,
To adapt or let my walls descend.
Indifference kept me safe, apart—
A shield around my fragile heart.

Tears was my first friend, it’s true,
But kindness found me on the way.
Their warmth dimmed my oldest ghost,
Yet she stayed—silent, gray.

My new friends were full of light—
Joy, wild and reckless bright,
Grace, the softest, always near,
And Love, small but sincere.
We laughed, we played, we had it all,
Where we felt home, where none would fall.

I left Tears behind, without a glance,
Too caught up in the song and dance.
But she stayed, waiting through the years,
Lingering in quiet tears.

Then life turned cold, the days grew thin,
And all the laughter caved within.
Joy dulled, his spark burned out,
Grace withdrew, now filled with doubt.
And Love—Love learned how to lie,
Fleeting, like a butterfly's flight.

I wondered, Why was I like this?
Why was it always me in the crisis?
Why couldn’t I just laugh at dumb jokes,
And enjoy the simple things like they can?
What if I could,
Would I still be part of their plan?

I couldn't think straight,
I was in my darkest time.
I ran to Tears, arms open wide,
Hoping she’d stay, stand by my side.
But even she had learned to go,
Like I had left her long ago.

I begged her back, I called her name,
Needing her to ease the pain.
But silence filled the space between—
The weight of all I hadn't seen.

Months went by, I played along,
Pretending I was brave and strong.
But deep inside, the truth rang thin—
I was lost, alone within.

Then Tears returned, quiet, small,
Saying she’d missed me after all.
And in that moment, I could see—
She was the only one who never left me.

So frail, so frail—I’d always been.
So frail,so frail — that Tears had been my only kin.