Our Tears

When I cry no one hears me. I vanish into darkness and I’m forgotten in the light. I scream and remain unheard. Do I exist? In a secondary world of necessary and forgotten. A reflection as distorted as self perception. I am. A link in the chain of existence carrying a reputation of evil like every other unspoken attribute of existence. I’m here. And I will always be here. I am with you always. I am you, and you are me.