How my poem? Rate and critique...?

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Amber Lou

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These tears,
They fall to no end.
Like raindrops on rooftops
They bring peace
But not joy.

These tears,
They are my worst enemy.
They give me away
When time is too short.

These tears,
They often consume me.
Making me a selfish fake.

These tears,
They are my friends.
They tell me it’s okay
To feel out of place.
These tears,
They fall to no end.
Like raindrops on rooftops
They bring joy
But not peace.
whoops.... forgot to put a space after "To feel out of place." lets just pretend its there :)
 
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