My Dark Poetry

Cry

I hate when people see me cry

I feel as if I let everyone down

I'm supposed to be the strong one

The one who is always there

For everyone else

But instead I break so easily

And I hide it behind my fake act of strength.

When I cry in front of people

I hate the looks of pity

That are very clearly written on their faces

I hate to be pitied

It gives me a sort of feeling

In the pit of my stomach

That everyone is slightly judging me

And how I can break so easily.

So I hold it all in

I hide it from everyone

You know because the strong one

Can never break

Only suffer in eternal silence.