My tears essay

Mother’s Tears My mother is the one that I always look up to. Her personality, her behavior, and her knowledge seem to be perfect. I tried to imitate her actions when I was young, but instead of praise, she would always find more mistakes in my choices. She was not a housewife, and nothing like a housewife when we lived in China.

A furry head pushes up against my fingers, longing for the familiar touch of an old friend. A tear rolls down my cheek, following many others that had already come, and proceeding many that would follow. A cry comes from inside the cage; a goodbye.

The Tracks of My Tears is a blues song that I looked in the mirror at the tears staining my face. I saw someone who wasn 't me, and all I saw were flaws. I told myself that I had to be different and better in many ways. In that moment I realized that being someone I 'm not is what brought me here.

I say that a tear epitomizes or brings about the problems in which I have, because they seem to become so prevalent when I shed those hidden tears. My tears are hidden. They are hidden from today. They are hidden from the world. They are hidden because my pain that comes along with the tears is also hidden. Tears make me feel so incapable.