Friends don’t see me cry…

My friends don’t see me cry.

They see me angry, or indifferent.

They see me detached, saying nothing at all.

My friends don’t see me cry.

They see me laughing, experiencing, living.

My friends don’t see me cry.

They see me smile.

My friends don’t see me cry.

My heart aches when I think of a little boy.

My friends don’t see me cry.

My arms feel empty, my shoulders heavy.

When I think of that little boy.

My friends don’t see me cry.

When I stand up,

I lift the weight of the world,

as I think of that little boy.

My friends don’t see me cry.

When I lay myself down at night.

I think of that little boy.

He is now grown to a man.

My friends don’t see me cry.

I wake in the morning remembering.

I don’t know him anymore.

My friends don’t see me cry.

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(((Post script, written by, Colin at A Dog’s Life … )))

My friends don’t see me cry.
Why does nobody understand me?
Why don’t they understand that I have feelings to?
Why can’t they see that I also care?
But then …………..
My friends don’t see me cry.

 

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2 thoughts on “Friends don’t see me cry…

  1. Can I suggest a post script to that piece:

    My friends don’t see me cry.
    Why does nobody understand me?
    Why don’t they understand that I have feelings to?
    Why can’t they see that I also care?
    But then …………..
    My friends don’t see me cry.

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