Tears

I sit here crying,
Trying to think on what I might,
Have done. -

I'm yelling,
And so are you.
I fight back tears,
As you say the words,
"Get out.
You're not wanted here."

I run upstairs,
Fighting each step of the way.
Praying I won't break down,
Allowing for trimphant smiles from your wake.

Behind my locked door,
I fall down and cry.-

Now I see the truth,
I couldn't have done a thing.
To stop you from saying those words.

And I let the tears fall.