See the tear

Once there was a tear rolling down the cheek of a broken hearted boy for all the world to see. Some saw this tear, as a sign of weakness. But the eye from which it came belonged to a boy who was anything but weak. So why the tear? It did not show weakness. It showed pain. The pain of seeing the death of the dreams of what was to come, and what might have been, and the pain of the love once shared now forever lost. So what to do? The boy had learned to deal with pain, in his own way, or at least that is what he kept telling himself. So what was his way, he had to ask himself? To hold his head up high, and give the world a big ol smile as he slowly dies inside, just a little bit at a time till there's nothing left. But his smile will hide his pain, and the world will never know. It's a little trick he learned, so very long ago. Written September 19th, 1998 © on Oct 19 2001 02:12 AM PST   0 • 1