rock hard

Hard as a rock,

I’m cold and I’m tough.

My insides are just like my outsides,

They’re rough.

Solid and stoic,

You can’t make me move.

Set here for good,

I don’t budge, I refuse. 

Sharp to the touch,

I cannot be shifted.

Weighing too much,

Too much to be lifted.

Just leave me alone,

Get going, get gone.

You can’t get to me,

You need to move on.

tears

You say you collect,

Every tear that is cried,

But what about the ones,

Still stuck down inside?

My sadness is broken,

The tears just won’t come,

Swallowed long ago,

When my sadness went numb.

What if my tears,

Turned themselves into smiles?

Both now are lost,

To incessant denials. 

Neither will come forth,

They no longer trust,

Me or my emotions,

So they both stay stuck.