I'm in
A constant state
of discomfort;
of pain.
Sickness
in my heart
and in my brain.
But people call me strong
anyhow.
They see what I try to
somehow.
The fraile
     fragile
     falling apart
state of my heart
is invisible to them.
So slowly
        and eventually
I'm beginning to see it,
or I'm just starting to believe it.
The strength in me
that everyone sees,
is everything I'm trying to be.
So I can only assume
that in some way I'm succeeding.