A lot to say less to write

Sometimes i cry 
my tears roll down and dry
My feelings was nothing to you
I ask you to try 
but you walk away and 
my feelings got fry 

world think if i cry 
i will be weak ,
i am not weak m full feelings thats why i am an antique 

people love me and sell my heart thats their technique 
they love you and kiss you another weak 

weak goes by year goes by 
they leave you and say its not you, its Mee

they dont give you a reason
people loves these days like season
they change after few months 
and find another to do treason