Weeping Mad

They keep talking to your eyes

But whatever they say are just lies

While they instantly make up for your why's

As you always handle their cries

That trickle for no rhyme or reason

That juggle between temperaments independent of any season

They keep looking into you

But I am pretty sure they look through you

While they have every clue how to replace the truth

As you always get to dismantle...

Those pieces of the puzzle that prick you deep

By picking them which you cannot stop yourself but keep that one..

That finally revealed to be broken bad..

From the very beginning..

And now you are weeping mad...