A message to my tears...

Holding back those tears,
letting it escape is at the moment my biggest fear. It's my drop of emotion trying to come out,
that's like a scummy mouse trying to escape, from a cats mouth.

That tear is my newly produced, good prisoner in jail,
but, apart from being good, it shouldn't get bail.

I don't want to show my opponent my pain,
my opponent will only think about what's gained.

If I let you out, they'll be a dozen of you,
at the moment can't you find something else to do?
Skip coming out now,
later I'll let you out and in my sorrow I'll wallow,
But, now it will leave a hollow.

Letting you out is,
my strength from inside,
my weakness from outside,
just now will you please hide.

I don't want to let you out, my love,
not in front of them,
because of you, it's their daily gossip they'll hem.

Your sacred to me,
your something I need,
it's cause of you this world I feel.
Right now I don't want to play hide and seek,
will you just hide and let me be.

You making my throat pain,
if you come out you may disturb my vain,
I'll be called the weakling of a dame.

I respect you, please respect me,
Later I'll find you and,
set free you and all the tears behind you.
Just not now,
after that it's you whom,
I'll give a bow.

(This picture does not belong to me
http://writechoice.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/tears4.jpg)