Tears

The buckets of water, cover the table

And puddles of water on the floor, is enough to make a mini flood

All of this water, is the tears of pain I have cried.

Pain within my heart, mind and soul.

I try to hide within this mask, but it is not waterproof.

It cannot hold much, so I lose my mask.

To the tears I cry, all the time.

Whether it's internal or external, I'm always crying.