I am not weak.
The tears will come,
But no matter how badly I hurt inside,
I know that I can be happy on the outside.

I am not weak.
I have to say goodbye each time,
But no matter how much I want to cry,
I know there will be a "hello" before the next "goodbye."

I am not weak.
I think terrible thoughts,
But no matter how far into the dark I go,
I can always see the light.


I am not strong.
I say these things to myself when I cry,
But no matter how hard I try,
I can't make myself feel any better.