Just Want to Curl up and Cry

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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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