Speaking tears

Don't think of movement in me 

If crying was a sport 

I will be the gold medalist 

Every single year until i die 

I don't know but i care about every tiny thing happening around me 

I can't resist about that 

My tears talk to God more than my words 

He just listen to them where everyone makes fun of me 

I observe things which no one can see through 

God gave me the ability 

I going to use it for a greater good.