Tears

Tears express nothing I wish to convey
They are just an overflow of excess emotion.
Weakness in the fact that I was unable to contain them
Anger in the fact that I let them give way.
Truth in the fact, that they are what they are,
Tears.
Tears of what?
Sometimes I don't even know.
Pain, sorrow, happiness, fear,
Or all of these thus stated?
Infuriated by the fact that I know not...
And yet, they come to plague my eyes and call the unwanted attention of strangers.
Curse my tears