Tears That Aren't Heard
Mariah, Age 12, Niagara Falls, ON

I shed tears that aren't heard,
they silently pour down my face
creating waterfalls of hurt and despair.
But my tears aren't heard,
they silently fall
like the light sprinkle of fog
in the early morning,
and yet they aren't heard.
they make their way out of the deep caves of my eyes
making themselves seen but not heard.
like a predator hunting its prey.
I shed tears that aren't heard
but are still seen
on my face as clear as crystal.

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