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i come off as a really tough person, with an incredibly strong, unbreakable exterior, like nothing and no one scares me, like criticisms don't affect me at all, like i don't cry over simple things. but if only people saw through me, they'd probably come to realize that oh, i am actually really weak, sensitive, and fragile. just one insensitive word from them hurts my insides, even if i don't give a reaction at all. seeing their judgmental, narrowed looks crushes my spirit. and they don't realize that, not at all, because they think i'm a tough one and i can handle everything life throws at me. but the truth is, i'm not. deep down, i'm weak. i encounter sleepless nights thinking of my worth and if i am not valuable enough to be loved. i cry at wee hours because of all the burden overbearing my shoulders, unable to handle all these overwhelming emotions flooding me. but even so, i still wake up with a tough look on my face, the pain and sadness within me hidden behind my unreadable eyes. i go around my day as if everything's okay, as if nothing affects me at all, and i go through it all, surviving each day with unfathomable strength and persistence. and, somehow, i think that's what makes me strong as a person. someone who is capable of getting up each day despite all the engulfing loneliness inside, with an outlook that maybe, just maybe, everything will be okay, perhaps not now, but eventually. ✨
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thanks for reading, love you guys. 💕 please feel free to comment any feedbacks and suggestions. :)
- frances
