Do your tears always win?

Yes, does everyone fall to their knees
The second you crack up to cry?
Do all those who hurt you
Come back around to apologize?
Do they tell you it feels like tearing out their hearts
To watch those tears,
Those liquids that can never be solidified,
Run down your cheeks?

Would they do anything to make you smile?
Because they don’t, not for me.
Nobody ever does.

They never realize how wrong they’ve been,
Never run back to me with apologies.
They never sincerely wish to see me stop hurting,
Never want to wipe my tears away.

They don’t, not for me.

I asked a friend why,
And she said it’s because I never look hurt.
I never show how deeply I feel.
Even when I speak up,
I don’t look like a victim.
I always seem so powerful, so comfortable with words and neglect,
They don’t know they’ve hurt me.

Can nobody acknowledge their mistakes?
Unless guilt-tripped?
Should they not know when they’ve wronged me?
Should they not feel an insatiable urge to make me smile?
But they don’t.

And it’s all because I don’t cry.
There are no tears for them to wipe,
No slumped shoulders or quivering lips.
So I have to cry, a river, I’d let it flow,
Because then, maybe, my tears would always win.