When people see me,
They see someone
Who’s overcome
A lot of shit.
They see someone strong,
Unwilling to fold under pressure,
Always ready for a fight.
But what they don’t see
Are the nights I spend
Crying myself to sleep,
Wondering how I’ll make it
Through the next 24 hours.
They don’t see
The self doubt
The anxiety
The belief that nothing I do
Is ever good enough.
But that’s how it’s supposed to go, right?
We’re not supposed to share our struggles.
We’re not supposed to cry to others.
No.
We must be strong.
We must be resilient.
We must keep going.
Otherwise
We may just
End up lost
And forgotten
In a world only fit
For the strongest of us.
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