Did It All Matter

Did it all matter, my tears on the broken toys, when I was 6? On my fights with that other girl who was supposedly my worst enemy, when I was 8? Did it all matter, those comparisons on height and weight, when I was 12? All of the insecurities about the pimples on my face, when I was 15? Did it all matter? All of those wasted tears on that guy, whose story we never really tell? Tears rolled down so easily then, all those times that I now realize din't matter.. Why? Just, why don't those tears roll down now, when I know this matters, when I want to cry and let out the pain? Why don't those tears just fall off and make me feel a little lighter? Funny how, we've stopped asking for happiness, all we want is a little less pain -Preethi??