I Did Not Cry

Yelling at the computer, my brother
. . . again, he is yelling
Some game causing him
To make the rest of us tense
     I did not cry
Throwing things, that brother
Threatening, Hitting
Making us afraid
Forcing me to be strong for us
     I did not cry
Avoiding me, a friend
Saying I did wrong
Over such a small thing
Never saying sorry for her attitude
     My eyes were dry
Beating me up, this world
Rarely playing fair
Spitting on my best efforts
Demanding that I become corrupt like the rest
     My eyes are dry
Once alone, I let it out
Let the tears flow free
Only when no one’s around
Do I express my troubles
     At last, I cry
To do the same with others near
Would be unnatural to me
I open up to a few, but rarely
I don’t want to be hurt again
     Don’t make me cry