I know I tend to
cry a lot
and for some pretty stupid things.
Movies and stories and poems.
A bad grade or a glare.
Over abandoned dreams
and songs that remind me
of too much.
You and your scars
and all the problems I've
created in my mind, or not.
Over this and that.
But most of all
I cry over the person
I use to be and
the person I'am scared
I wont become.
