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