Fragile.

Yes its me who breaks down in tears,
For everything I feel; including my fears.
This is my form of release,
Without this, I cannot be at peace.
People tend to think I'm silly, just because I cry.
But they don't really see what's in me...
They might never,
Maybe not even after I die.
Crying helps me let go of it all,
Instead of holding on.
Makes me forget and forgive,
And move further on.
People who think that I am fragile...
Do you think you know me at all?
Because if you did you would never think,
To relate this to my soul.
Knowing me is not important,
For you I have a wish...
Know yourself and be happy,
And swim through life like a fish.