You asked me to stand strong.
That I ground my foot to earth,
But how firm can my weak limbs hold on to these slippery grounds?
You asked me not to shed tears.
That I hold back my tears and be a man,
But for how long can the weak walls of eyelids hold back the stormy seas of tears from flowing out?
You said, I must show myself a man.
That what I feel always be faked,
But for how long can I fake strength and show might that I don't have?
Can I ask? Is it wrong?
To cry, admit weaknesses and seek help?
Must I always act unhurt, happy and strong even when I'm hurt, crying and weak?