I cry with memory of a pain I suffered, rejoice flashs into my head for I cry to enjoy at the end, my cry is intentional for I know many are curious to know reasons for my real outcomes, no man knows when I am happy but only when I am sad because all men almost have for me is consolation and to cry with me with the joy of seeing me crying. no friends no love , all proclaims to be true friends and loving because they always like being seen positively even though they are negative in heart and intention. I doubt if I truly cry because my deceitful cry saves me from evil conspired against me. I cry intentionally before they made me cry so that they do not make me again just for them to get happy seeing me crying.

I cry , cry, cry , I am being sorrounded by variety of consolations, still I am happy to be safe under the pretence of crying.


thanks for reading that peom.