The Girl Who Cried Everything

This is a poem that is really personal and is one of my favorites. One of the things that I am really self conscious about is how sensitive I am and the fact that I feel like I am constantly crying over something. The reason I am so self conscious about it is because I am afraid that I am just going to eventually annoy people so  much with my constant crying that they are just going to leave or stop caring about when I cry. This is a poem that reflects all these things in a somewhat humorous way and how I eventually came to realize that the people in my life love me and care about me just the way I am...tears and all.

“I’m tired” “I’m hungry” “My feelings are hurt”

“I’m too lazy, too crazy” “There’s a stain on my shirt”

“They did it on purpose” “They’re not really my friends”

“I don’t have enough money to keep up with the trends”

These words are like lyrics to a song that she sings;

The constant complaints of the girl who cried everything.

“It’s just cause I’m tired, I’m moody, I’m stressed”

“All I need is some chocolate and maybe some rest”

But the next day the tears flowed down like before

And the people around her couldn’t take anymore.

Their hugs were less frequent, their pats on the back disappeared,

Their words became the same ones that she had heard for years.

Like the bell of a church that hourly rings,

Were the words of the girl who cried everything.

Then one day she realized, she’d pushed them away

She had given them less and less reason to stay

Her tears were drowning the friends she had made

And she knew the reason her relationships decayed.

She would never get the friends, or the job, or the ring

If she couldn’t break away from the girl who cried everything.

All the attention she’d loved getting over the years

Was turning into frustrations, disappointments, and fears.

What once caused concern was becoming routine.

This was the life of the girl who cried everything.

Searching her mind for a reasonable cure

Would she be able to do it? She still wasn’t sure.

The only way to fix this was to not feel at all.

To block all emotions, come big or come small.

She used her stoicism like a sword or a sling

To fight against the girl who cried everything.

This worked for a while, ‘til she had a bad day.

Then there was nothing else for her to say.

She just cried all the tears that’d been stuck behind the wall

And she hoped that there was no one there who saw

All of the pain and the emotions they bring

No more pretending for the girl who cried everything.

But there was someone there, with concern in their eyes.

This was a pleasant unexpected surprise.

I guess things really weren’t as bad as they seemed

For the girl who thought she cried everything. 


BB