Always expected to be strong.
Never allowed to shed a tear.
My pain and sorrow, I must not share.
I must endure it all silently within.
A mask placed on me long ago.
Expected to play my part so well.
No longer knowing where I begin and end.
The needs of others before mine.
Sacrificing everything for those I love.
They mean the world to me.
I cannot let them down.
I must be strong for them.
How can I bear my cross in silence?!
If only I had found the “one”.
I could have shared what is within.
Solace and comfort enveloped in the “one”.
I thought, I finally had found the “one”.
However, it wasn’t meant to be.
In my travels the “one” could not be found.
I am so fragile but must be strong.
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