The Irony of Crying

There is a certain irony in tears.
When crying you cover your face.
You wish to be hidden so no one see you vulnerable.
But at the same time you want people to see you.
You need someone to hold you.

You know everyone cries
But in that moment you feel like you are the only one
The quieter you try to be
The louder it becomes like a broken siren

You fade in and out of sound
Your breathing is spasmodic
You don't care how your make up looks
But you are aware that mascara is running down your cheeks.

It doesn't take much to cry
But I takes forever to stop
Crying doesn't change anything
But you need it because it changes everything