Tears

They have a voice a voice the arrogant can't hear and the ignorant can't see l am left murky criticised of the tears that fall so l distance myself unruled and uncertain acting blind when l see the signs of depression and anxiety but the tears keep coming making my eyes cloudy l wish l could say l was blinded by the light but its darkness that blocks my sight tears is a language l speak every night drowned it thoughts that hold me captive.