Tired of Tears

When these tears flow down
I think-
What is it that I want?

Am I satisfied with who I am?

The answer glares at me
Everyday
I grapple with it
Everyday

The fact that I'm not
Never have been
Never can be
Happy with who I am

Need solace
Need advice
All the time

Why don't I ever trust myself?

Maybe its about time now.

I'm tired
Tired of tears

Picking them up now
The little droplets
Scattered all over my life

Picking them up and turning them into a fountain
A fountain showering over the new life
That I'm now about to paint.