I want to be strong
And people tell me that I am
But do I really need to be?
If strength is being able to hide your hurt,
I don't think I want strength.
Maybe I want trust--
The ability to trust in others,
And the knowledge that they trust me in turn.
Or maybe I should just learn to become numb to my thoughts,
Just plug in my headphones
And retreat to a world of guitars and drums and screaming.
Should I let myself feel?
Should I be open with my darkness
And tell others of my emotions?
I don't know.
That's what I tell them
When they ask
Or I say
Okay
Blanket statements smother the fire of questions
Vague answers satisfy vague inquiries
If they wanted to know they would say
They only ask to appease their nearly-narcissistic view of humility and caring
Strength
Indeed, strength is a value sorely sought after
But again I ask what it really is
Is it only a mask,
Or is it staying standing as the world crumbles around you?
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Dark Days
Poetrypretty much just emo poems i write to keep myself from hurting other people or myself
