Pebbles

Tears stream from my eyes,
An obvious sign that something is not right.
I know they don't care.
I don't want my weakness, frustration,
or anxiety to show.

I am their rock.
They are my pebbles.

The tears speak the words I refuse to admit.
They evoke the sympathy I despise.

I'm crying more.

The pebbles have no idea
Just how useless they are.

I don't want to acknowledge what is going on.
For a different reason, neither does he.
The tears are a weakness
A renewal,
Not necessary, but needed