strong and independent,
two words i have been defined,
pretty big words attached to me,
a little out of the line,
strength and independency really isn't me,
it's a facade i've tried so hard to maintain,
because i've been weak for so long,
that i decided it's time to change the game,
strength is the mask i always have to wear,
no one would dare trample over me,
but under that mask is a tired child,
who's only choice is nothing but to flee,
the terror of decisions is overwhelming,
because i've made one too many mistakes,
i fear i might hurt the one's whom i love,
without even thinking of my own heart's aches,
independency is a big word,
and yet it fits enough to be my mask,
under that is a shaking and lonely girl,
afraid of being left alone, that always begs and asks,
i'm never actually independent,
it's just that i have no choice,
i'm terrified of being left alone,
but i have to pretend and use my stronger voice,
strength and independency
is my life's biggest lie,
i can't show anyone that i am really weak,
i can't let anyone see how i cry.
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