Tears

I cried today, but no one saw. Not even I.
I am hidden from others.,
Through the glass I see.
My vision becomes tears.
Tears that need not be wiped.
They run inside and form streams,
Which run through my veins, until all is full.
Then, the flood gates may open.
The pressure relieving itself into the openness.
For all to see, who do not care anyway. Unless,
They are in the path of destruction. Then they will
Care, but only for themselves, and I shall cry again.