*Strong*
I know that sometimes
In certain situations
I come off as so strong,
As so tough,
As if nothing in the world could pierce
This shield that I've put up,
Not a thing could penetrate
This thick skin I've developed
Over many years of practicing,
Feigning nonchalance,
Pretending nothing can
Or will harm me.
I guess I must be a better actress
Than I give myself credit for
'Cause that's all it is,
Only an act.
Just simply a disguise,
Merely a facade to fool the outside world
So that they cannot see the pain within
When they look into my eyes,
So that they are oblivious
To the heartache I endure
On a seemingly daily basis.
There's only one problem though:
Keeping up this performance
Daily as I do
Is not as easy as it may seem,
And one of these days I fear
That I may just break down,
Crumbling these stone walls
That have taken so long to construct,
To build up over these years,
Shedding this thick skin
That has taken so long to grow,
Releasing the little girl buried inside,
The one I only let come out
When I'm all alone to cry.
Sometimes I've wondered,
If this ever happens,
If this fear ever reveals itself
As reality,
What will happen because of it?
Who and what
Will it make me?
I know that sometimes
In certain situations
I come off as so strong,
As so tough,
As if nothing in the world could pierce
This shield that I've put up,
Not a thing could penetrate
This thick skin I've developed
Over many years of practicing,
Feigning nonchalance,
Pretending nothing can
Or will harm me.
I guess I must be a better actress
Than I give myself credit for
'Cause that's all it is,
Only an act.
Just simply a disguise,
Merely a facade to fool the outside world
So that they cannot see the pain within
When they look into my eyes,
So that they are oblivious
To the heartache I endure
On a seemingly daily basis.
There's only one problem though:
Keeping up this performance
Daily as I do
Is not as easy as it may seem,
And one of these days I fear
That I may just break down,
Crumbling these stone walls
That have taken so long to construct,
To build up over these years,
Shedding this thick skin
That has taken so long to grow,
Releasing the little girl buried inside,
The one I only let come out
When I'm all alone to cry.
Sometimes I've wondered,
If this ever happens,
If this fear ever reveals itself
As reality,
What will happen because of it?
Who and what
Will it make me?