Fear of Tears

oh I've come to this point in my dark and twisted life where I shall no longer seek comfort in any other eyes where do I tie these knots to stop everything I feel inside and all i feel is helpless like a single truth In a room full of lies I look into depth of what makes me I is it my somber? my tears? my pride? or is it the way that I smile? or read between lines? my life may be starting or ending or between but all I know is I love my dark twisted sense of me