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