Tears of An Angel

Half the night I waste in sighs, no one cares how I feel inside. All I want is to be myself, but no one hears my cry for help. I stay up late every night, no more colors just black and white. I feel like i'm in a dungeon, Will I ever be free? Will any one see me for just being me? While in the corner they pass me by, Some times even the Angels can hear my cry. I know they hear me loud and clear, because when it rains it is their tears. Falling to earth to wash away my fears.