The Hidden Weight of Being “Strong”: What No One Sees

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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