No Mascara Tears

A weak hand reaches out now
Fear is in her eyes
Whispers a curly prayer
No mascara tears

Is she a performer
Is her pain real
Our insufficiency
Feeds apathy
“She even lost her heart”, we say
Keep our own away

The more she needs
The less I give
If she’s in vain
I leave her
The harder she tries
The worse I see her
All that is weak
I leave behind