Onions and Tears

Tears
Of years
I dreaded
Flow s
Once a knife ,
Onion
Meet.

I
Am a
Pretender
The
Things to feel
I don’t
Feel

The
Stories
I Conceal
Are
The reasons
I am
Mad

Don’t
Believe
The rainbow
For
It’s colours
Are just
Light.

I
Cry all
Time but
On
onions I
Put the
Blame.

Miidong.