I get praised for my strength, by almost everyone. Those that have known me forever, and those that have just begun. "You're so strong! How others, right now, would be coming undone!" Don't judge a book by it's cover, I might jest. Yet, I don't lie often. I can rise with the sun, and get much work done. Talk to strangers with a smile, and let life continue to run. But the insides of me are only held together, because His hand is holding the pieces much better than I could ever hope to hold them. If I'm lucky while I sleep he whispers secrets to me, on how I should mold them. And I've learned I won't die from any of this pain. But it hasn't stopped the rain. No, underneath all this strength I'm really just continuing in vain. Continuing in hopes some day soon He ends my pain. .
It's not like I'm unhappy, just not as happy as I could be.