Tears

The tears that well up,

Those tears that are forbidden to run free-

Do they run back inside,

Like an angry child?

Or do they burn and fly away,

Due to the heat of my eyes?

Or do they actually sneak past,

And roll down,

Like kids cycling downhill?

What do they do?

Where do they go?

Will all those tears,

That were molded into smiles,

Pour down one day,

As a salty rain?

Or would they go forgotten,

And remain frozen inside me,

Forever?