Do you want to know what being "strong " really is? Its everyone looking at you for help. But its not your compassion they want its your ability so defeat their enemies at all costs. All costs meaning your humanity, your emotions, your health, your body, your mind, your life.
Everyone is always watching me waiting for me to fall flat on my face, and when I do they laugh at me saying that they knew it.
They hate me because I'm younger than they are. They envy and fear me. They want me to fall, they push me to breakdown. When the time comes that they need you they love you.
In war the love you, you are the hero. It doesn't matter if you have to slaughter a whole town, massacre 500 people. In peace they despise you because your to dangerous. To powerful. Your not like the norm.
They make you push yourself near-death time and time again, for them! They don't realize that its their fault how you turn out to be. They want a human so they don't fear you. On missions they want a ruthless killer! They want a weapon! They are fickle and selfish.
You have to die for them and when you show any mercy you become a traitor you are worthless to them! They want you to forgot all the horrible deeds they ask of you. The villagers want someone who can pretend so they don't want the truth of how you feel.
Because your not allowed to feel. You can't, if you do then you'll go insane remembering all you do.
You have to suffer all by yourself, so they can stay ignorant and happy! You so called family boast about you the don't care how you get strong just as long as you are!
The council treat you like shit so they can have the pleasure of seeing you brake. Then they have the gratification of knowing you did. Everyone wants you to play along like your happy but your not. And since your not you have to hold it.
You can't even cry, no wounds will ever heal.
But you can' let anything out because you can not allow anyone to see you anything less than strong or perfect.
No one seems to recall that your human.
But time keeps passing by and you have to keep moving, while you do things get worse and worse and you start to die a little more each day.
Until you just stop feeling all together.
Because it hurts to much and this is the only way for you to live.
You just become a walking corpse.
So your right I don't know what its like to be weak but you don't know what its like to be strong.