In a house of people somehow still feel lonely

No one seems to notice or care about my pain

Pain is not something I talked about

Because my pain became such a part of me

Like the nose on my face or

the toes on my feet

When I was young I was told not to share what ails me

I was told to take it all in stride and just be strong

Now my pain feel so raw to me

but it’s never seen by others

When I cry everyone knows

Because tears are the thing

I’ve just never been able to control

So they flow freely like rain upon a river

Still, when you touch my shoulder

You don’t seem to understand all that ails me

So I don’t expect help or understanding

I turn my pain into words and lay them upon my paper

So I can share them with you

So you’ll come to learn of my pain and

Not just “only when I cry”

Only When I Cry©

Copyright 2014

By Felina Silver Robinson