The buckets of water, cover the table
And puddles of water on the floor, is enough to make a mini flood
All of this water, is the tears of pain I have cried.
Pain within my heart, mind and soul.
I try to hide within this mask, but it is not waterproof.
It cannot hold much, so I lose my mask.
To the tears I cry, all the time.
Whether it's internal or external, I'm always crying.