Strong

The need to be and feel strong

Sometimes i feel see through

sea glass

soft edges from all the tears I’ve cried

years I’ve tried to forget the pain

sometimes i worry the world is making me bitter

as the laughter i used to have in my eyes

seems to have diminished

when i look at old pictures i was so alight

the fire inside was so alive, shining so bright

but that too sometimes feel like it’s gone

buried beneath the need

to be strong

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