Strength, is one of the more prominent traits of mine.
Holding my shoulders back with my head held high.
Smile on the outside.
Stay together, you can do this.
Internally I am a mess, crumbling like an old foundation.
I just want to call for help, but those whom I need, are needing help from me.
Stand tall, breathe.
Nothing can touch you, nothing but the pain already thrashing inside my soul.
Nothing but the tears rolling down trailing a thick strand of black.
I am like an old house.
Preserved, to look good on the outside yet on the inside reputation and ego hold me together.
I am nothing more than tears, ranged emotions and reason.
But I hold myself together stretching out for that last sliver, the last miniscule bit of hope.
I hold myself together for them, for us, for you.
For me.
I am weak
I am strong.