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.
.