The problem with being the strong one is,
When you suffer,
It's just a casualty.
Wanting to die doesn't matter because you don't tell anyone.
Your fake smiles and jokes, they mean you're happier than ever..
Your poems don't make anyone think differently of you because who are you even to say you're not ok,
You can't struggle you have nothing wrong with you.
You're old scars don't mean a thing, because they're just that,
Old.
Holding a lighter to your skin every time you're triggered,
Doesn't count because you never press ignite.
The problem with being the strong one,
Is everyone expects you never to crack,
Never to falter,
Never to waver.
You're meant to keep your cool,
Be ok all the time,
Be the one everyone can count on,
Just be there.
And when you struggle?
Eh, that's just part of the job,
You'll be fine,
Don't worry.
