My Tear Essays

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Have you ever been crippled or felt so incapable of something? Has anything felt so empowering that you didn’t know what to do or how to tackle the situation? Have you ever felt so much pain where it seemed like it immobilized your body? Have you ever felt so depressed that you really didn’t know where the source of depression was coming from? These are the questions that come to my mind when I think about each and every tear that ever hits my face. I wonder how many tears are actually hitting my face, how many actually seep into my skin. I wonder if people think the same way that I think or it they sometimes feel the same way that I feel. Many words often loose their connotation. A tear to me is no longer a tear. A tear to me is history.…show more content…
A tear epitomizes everything I feel, the hate until today, the pain that will constantly remain the same. Sometimes I wonder why I cry or why people cry in general. Sometimes I think that if I never shed a tear, then I will never hurt again. I believe this because every time I cry it brings back memories, mostly bad, and feelings, mostly the same, which ultimately makes me feel the way that I feel. I say that a tear epitomizes or brings about the problems in which I have, because they seem to become so prevalent when I shed those hidden tears. My tears are hidden. They are hidden from today. They are hidden from the world. They are hidden because my pain that comes along with the tears is also hidden. Tears make me feel so incapable. They make me powerless, and weak. Tears take away the only strength in which I can muster up. Tears are said to be a characteristic of that of a weak person. I honestly believe all of this to be true; however I think that it is stupid to think this. I know its such a contradiction right? I’m free writing this. My fingers are constantly hitting the keys without a stopping motion. This is the way that I feel right now. My feelings may change later, as they sometimes do, but right now this is the way that they will remain. This is a time in which I felt cripple, incapable, a time where I felt like the people in the stories we’ve read in class. This is a time, many times, in which in some way
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