these tears don't come at night
under the shroud of darkness
during the unrelenting cold
no, not at night, they come during the day

when i feel alone
surrounded by people
these faces i don't know
even more desolate then when i'm home

here, i weep
as i'm met with cold gazes
of blatant disregard
evidence of the ever present lack of humanity

no compassion lives within their hearts
few meet my eyes
as i search for a kindred soul
in this destitute world

inverted tears
rip at the walls of my psyche
but the fortress built around my heart
remains strong

and i move on
through this world
solitude as my only friend
alone...