The tears that run down my face are five percent water 95 percent feeling
feeling of being hurt and feelings of being used abused and confused
confused by the question why am i here
what is my main purpose on this earth
I often ask myself that question when im hurt
or when i feel let down or when i let someone down
i have realized that im not perfect
infact no one is so why do i try to be when i think about that
the tears stop running from my eyes
and my lips separate side ways creating a smile .
smiling is happiness.