Broken and Unreadable

I can remember the moment when I lay in my bed,
Tears in my eyes and pain in my heart for the umpteenth time.
I said to myself that it would be the last time they’d get into my head,
And the last time I wept to no avail in my fleeting prime.
And for over a year it was that way,
For the first time in my life I shed joyous tears.
And that was the last time I did convey,
Any such strong emotion in the past three years.
Now meaningful relationships will come and go,
And I can’t achieve such a display like I used to.
I wonder if there is something wrong with me that I don’t know,
And I won’t when I can if I don’t think its cause is true.
I will refuse at the movies or the end of a book,
Those feelings aren’t mine, nor will I react to a mere token.
So I stop for a moment, and away I must look,
I hope that when it’s appropriate, we’ll see I’m not broken.