Tears.

Tears.

Burning streaks into my flesh,
scarring.
Tears for lost love, for tragedy.
Through blurred vision, the world is cracked,
evil.
Spiteful.
Death of my peace, new born hate.
I hate myself, I hate these tears, invidiual signs of
vunerability.
I weep selfishly, for my selfish lonliness, for my
raging sadness.
I can see no love in this world, the planet where such unbearable
pain occurs.
My jealousy splinters in my mind.
Perfection becomes polluted, I can only see
your face.
You know not of these tears.
I am ashamed. These strokes of insanity will remain secrets.
These tears, blending love and hate.