All your life you're told to keep fighting, to "stay strong" and to "carry on."
Never once was I told that it was okay to not be okay.
That I was allowed to cry and be upset.
Because my tears were a weakness, and those words couldn't hurt me, and my "imaginaryβ fears couldn't taunt me.
And so I would hold it in.
Try and hold back the tears. Stare at the ceiling when you're upset. Distract yourself. Make fun of your sensitive being. Turn your emotions into a joke.
But inside, my throat is burning and my vision is blurred and my heart is pounding and I can't say a word.
Because if I say something, just one sentence, everyone will know.
And no one should know.
Because my tears are a weakness and my emotions are a joke.
And it's true that they teach this.
No, not in my school, but in my home, and on the T.V., and in the apps on my phone.
Society taught me at a young age not to cry. To "**** it up" and behave.
Because no one cares about my emotions and my feelings and my well being