Honest, critiquing of this poem: fantastic lies?

Question

I can still trace the slivers of skin

stained by tears

tears all dried up now

Tears you can’t see.

But it’s all okay now

I’ve said I’m so sorry

We’ve hugged and we’ve kissed

goodbye to expression

truant truths stuffed away

In too full hearts.

And so I mutter thankyou

(it’s only polite)

For fostering my naivety

For keeping me inadequate

and labelling my only aspiration

offspring of the above.

And so we conform together

to a world of tear stifling manners

and unlimited reserve.

Which sounds too much like self-pity

Except its more dilute

Dry tears are just

1 part self pity and

3 parts self-loathing

But In The Name of Honesty

Dry tears are a fantastic lie

Tears do matter really

But once they’ve truly faded

The evidence is eliminated

and you no longer see them

Which translates to “non-existent”

Cos’ seeing is believing

Another fantastic life

Or a truth playing truant

From its dreamlike world

Of unlimited transparency.

Answer 1

I like this. The subject matter is something most people can relate to and if they have not experienced it themselves they would be able to imagine. you clearly are good at writing could you review my poem please?

Answer 2

May be it's me, but what are you trying to get out of this for people?

It's not clear to me, the somber cause of tears, the worth of it?