Bare

My pain is a rip and tear.
Eyelids dry drip: not tear.
This empty face I wear
wears deeply toward despair.

Is it asking too much?

Just looking to connect a pair?
Are my methods neither reasonable nor fair?
So transparent to stare?
How much pain am I willing to bear?
My heart is naked and bare.
Who cares? I care. I always care.

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