NeenXSupreme

Glaze in my eye
Despite telling myself that this would be the last time seeing myself cry
In the mirror I see
my forehead veins trying to push to the surface of my head
Eyes red, glistening beautifully, a lot more then they usually did
Blurry vision, can not see because myself and I finally had our collision and my ever thinking mind and my #2 pencil
Step away from this poetic hustle find out who I am before I could write some more lines
Poetry I'd suppose to be all truth
And it wouldn't be fair to y'all if I shared just jabs of my
Everything moves too quickly and some things about myself I can't remember distinctively
Only when I cry I have a hard time recognizing "Me"
And to think I thought I knew myself, but it is only vaguely
And I can not help but find that scary
Eyebrows forming these curves that makes me look scared
Runny nose, that interrupts my own words because of constant sniffles
Crying so hard I hear nothing else but my own ears whistle
I am probably dropping way to much water from my eyes, for my eye sockets to handle
My ear's color is turning rosy
and the tip of my nose is following suite
These tears I think are trying to expose me
because now my emotions are starting to catch up with me
For so long I believed these tears would be mistaken for liquid weakness and would weaken my sight
But now I breakdown knowing they are only drops of strength secreting from a place that is allowing my emotions to finally fight