Collection of My Poetry

Tears

What makes me special?

Am I worth someone's time?

How much am I worth?

Probably less than a dime

These thoughts crowd my brain

Making me go insane

And under my umbrella

There is rain

Invisible to the world

Gravity pulls me down

Until I'm on my knees

On the ground

I try to stand up

But my legs give way

I fall into the gray

In the gray, I stay

Here I endure the pain

Eating at my heart and brain

Cause under my umbrella

There is rain

Would it matter if I die?

Would anyone truly cry?

Or should I keep on living

Living a hopeful lie?

Happiness I cannot feign

Cause inside I have a stain

So under my umbrella

There is rain