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Tears
Have I shed a tear from any of this
Should I? Is it worth the relief
I doubt one day I'll be able to hold back
But for now I will not cry because it's who I am

Mirage
All that I used to have is but a mirage
The distant memories replaced with reminders of new
I crave, I wish for them to be real as they were
Though as I wait in the cold, the images fade

Distant
Here to flee, and not stay close
For the voice reminds me of the pain I face
Not titles, no names, just people that pass by
Is where I wis to be, though maybe farther than that

Proud
I have things to be happy
There are things I relish
Maybe there may be nothing else left to say
Though I am proud of some of these things


Annoyance
It rages like a steaming bull
To shut, close out, or to get rid off
There are two, be quiet you
Then the ones that jurt you wish to be away from

Regret
Do I have anything such as the sort
Many, many, many I do
Is it have to have loved and lost
Personally I don't think that fact is true