True Tears (Part 8) Poem by Stephan van Pinksteren

I feel like crying now,
I really really feel like crying.
I'm sure that was happiness.
But she didn't really like me.

It always snowed when we met,
Big chunks of white blurring my sight.
I want to go somewhere.
To a town where it doesn't snow.

I think those words,
Which unconsciously came out of me,
Where my true feelings.
And I didn't want to feel that way.

I became a changeable person,
Shaping and squeezing myself in.
Just to get accepted,
Like snow turning in to water.

If a person could so ideally control their feelings,
How care free would life be.