"How beautiful do I look when I cry?" {Read the poem in caption} How beautiful do I look when I cry? First, my throat is choked, I've deliberately clogged it from bursting and ruining the work I do. Tears well up in my eyes, and I tell myself to stop it, I don't look as strong as everyone thinks I am. Keep it in, pent it up. Then, with a sudden jerk, my body convulses, I'm unable to stop myself, and I start to cry.