Strength.
Where does it come from.
I feel so weak.
But I have to be so strong now.
It is like this something takes over me.
And says and does all the right things.
To be there for you.
To be strong for you.
The only way I can explain it.
It’s like this really thick metal armour.
Around me.
And it enables me to move forward.
To push forward.
To deflect things.
To be strong.
But inside is still me.
Weak.
Human.
Scared.
Sad.
Only human.
I’m not strong.
I can’t always be.
But I have to be.
Strong.