These were the tears that I haven't felt for years. It almost made me forget who I am.
But right after it rolled down my cheeks it showed me again who I really am. It reminded me of who I am deep down inside.
I am the same old girl who hugs and cries to her sheets. The girl shouted through her pillow trying to conceal the pain.
It is nice seeing her again, she keeps my ground and drive. She is as amazing as she has always been
She's not gone, she was just lying underneath the stack of lies and pain that years brought her
She is still the girl with cold hands and a warm heart. She is still the tough girl but spends her night crying herself to sleep
But whether you believe it or not. Whether you would love or hate it. Her tears define her.