I am strong.
That's what others say of me.

But its not true.
I'm only strong for those I love.
I don't let them see me broken.
I hold my composure
Act as if everything will be okay

But when I'm alone at night,
That's when I become weak.
I am as fragile as life.
I shed countless tears,
My body trembles in agony,
Air escapes my lungs as I hyperventilate,
Until I finally pass out.

As I sleep,
Nightmares torment me,
They eat me alive
Until I wake up
with a tear stained pillowcase.

I am not strong.
The people I love,
They make me strong.