When I read it, it struck so many chords. I have shed these tears in the poem and only now can I see that they were wasted.
I shed tears over things that weren’t my fault, yet I was made to feel as if they were.
I shed tears over what I thought was a lost love, only to realise looking back that it was never that in the first place.
All those tears and all that blaming myself and beating myself up was just a waste of time.
It has taken time but I have finally let go of all the misery just as the poem says.
I (like everyone else on this planet) deserve to be here, deserve to be loved for who I am (a bookish geek with a kind heart), deserve to be treated properly and not like an option (I am a destination not a stop along the way).
I create my own happiness and I enjoy life and whatever it throws at me.
So, here is the poem…
At the height of my hysteria
While I was yet again choking on my tears
I realized just how many tears
I’ve shed for all of you
Over the years
Wasted is how I view them
Because wasted is what they are
And each tear plummeted down my face
It left behind a never fading scar
My precious tears none of you deserved
And the satisfaction of knowing I’ve shed then
Is what you’ve gained
But none of you care in the least
That shedding those tears
cruelly caused me so much pain
So I dry my eyes for the last time
And I hope you enjoyed that last show
Because I’m done wasting my tears on you
And am letting you-
And all of the misery