I just want to curl up and cry,
Be weak on the outside.
But I just smile like I'm alright,
Pretending I'm dancing in the light.
Because I look around and see the pain,
And say, "They have it worse than me."
I have a home, family, friends,
I'm not rich but we make our ends.
I still want to cry.
There are days I wake up hoping to die.
But my problems are tiny, they don't count,
So I fake a smile, I pretend I'm alright,
But is being the strong one, the kind one, really worth the fight?
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Heartstrings, Dreamsongs: A Book of Poetry
PoesiaA book of poetry written by poet and aspiring author, Rachel Jesmer (or, as she calls herself online, Kunabee Tiger). "Heartstrings, Dreamsongs" is her first collection of poetry, part of the reason it's so brief. She hopes to have more poetry col...