The Strong One
"Life is a battle: may we all be enabled to fight it well!" ~ Charlotte Bronte
Her eyes are dried
From silent tears cried
In the dark, all alone,
Because she's always on her own.
Hair is a mess, day after day,
Not a man in the world, chooses to stay.
Smile only to hide,
What's really inside,
And no one knows to ask,
When she puts her lips to the flask,
Why she does it so much,
It seems normal to the touch.
The pressures of the world,
Are the weights on her shoulders.
She's just a scared little girl,
Looking for someone to hold her.
Sunsets get harder,
The stars seem so much further.
The bad memories just won't fade.
All the mistakes she's made
Are what makes her stronger
Than the rest.
But she can't take it any longer.
She's tired of the tests.
Being the strong woman is never what it seems.
Things aren't the same.
People that look up to her, don't know that it means
To first go through all the pain.