Thoughts invade my sleep, leaving me without any.
Tired.

I’m everyone’s strength, but who is mine?
Frustrated.

This “strength” has become my inner weakness.
Defeated.

Which mask should I put on today?
Pretending.

Each day feels different.
Changing.

Feelings bottled up, with nowhere to go.
Annoyed.

“They” wouldn’t understand.
Alone.

I will not let whatever-THIS- is get the best of me.
Determined.

It will never control who I am.
Driven.

I will be just fine.

 

**Dedicated to Someone Special