Precious Tears

When people made fun of me and I used to cry,

Sitting all alone in a corner my tears would dry.

Broken from inside and sitting all alone,

Thinking of my happy times that had now gone.

I used to waste all my tears on just fake friends,

And that bloody guys always judged me on my trends.

Sadness, sorrows, and loneliness was all that I thought about,

I used to be mad and I used to scream and shout.

Once I realized, why to waste my precious tears,

As in this step world, there is no one on whom trust wears.

I realized my mistake and lived my life in my own way,

I enjoyed it and cared for nothing even what the world will say!!!