Ode to the Strong Ones
I just really need to get this off my chest. It’s really difficult to be the “strong” one. When you’re the kind of person people turn to for stability and reason you often get looked over when it comes to your needs.
People are happy to vent to you, to rely on you but do not reciprocate when you need an outlet.
I’m not as strong as I seem. I repress my worries, my problems, my doubts and my insecurities, I’ve built walls… I’m not strong, I’m faking it, but you don’t notice, you just keep taking from a well that has almost run dry.
I know you but do you know me? Do you even know who I am, who that person is that you rely on for the strength to get you through the day?