Some of Us...

Are you like us?

Everyday the world expects more from me. More and more until the list of necessities and mandates has reached an all time high and I am found scurrying along the streets with my back hunched over from holding them up so long. I am unable to take it all in at once, or more so, I don't know how to. An unknowing, gullible, naive, yet cynical girl--soon to be woman--I stand to the world, but on my insides these traits have been the apprentices to my mental demise. 

I cannot cry out my pain, I can only inflict upon myself in a clandestine fashion. Being overridden by one's emotions is something unacceptable to the world. It damages the barracks of normality. You're not meant to lash out--especially if you're a calm and sweet lady--you're meant to be strong and stand out and handle three thousand bloody tasks all on your little prancing feel while maintaining a pearly white, straight-toothed smile. 

Some of us are not strong. 

Author's Note

Musings (Pt. 2)