Because I’m Strong

I Have To Act Like Things Don’t Faze Me. And I Have To Hold Back All The Tears That, I Always Want To Cry. I Have To Smile Even When I’m Dying Inside. And Even When Words Are Piercing My Skin Like A Dozen Bullets, I Have To Grind My Teeth And Act Like Everything Is Okay. Because I Have To Be The Strong One, At 17, I Have To Protect Everyone Around Me, And As A Result, I End Up Being The Only Person That Gets Hurt. I’ve Learned To Accept That. Pain And I Are Like Best Friends Because It’s A Constant Reminder That I Have To Keep Fighting For What I Want. I Found It Funny That In The Bible It Says, It Rains On The Just And The Unjust. And Rain Is Supposed To Be Considered This Bad Thing, And Yet, I Like The Rain. I Have To Act Naive, Like I Don’t Hear The Whispers And Hear My Name Through Walls, Because If I Choose To Become How Everyone Labels Me, I Wouldn’t Be Able To Survive In The World I Live In.