Tears

Why won't the real ones come?
Even as I sit here writing they won't come.
Not one lousy tear, not even a fake one
I beg sometimes for them to come
To feel the flow that indicates I feel something
anything
The flow that indicates that I am affected
That something got through
Something penetrated the wall
This wall that begs to be broken, infiltrated, destroyed
But the flow never comes
never frees
never breaks through
Not one lousy tear, not even a fake one