Being Strong Is Hard....

Growing up

I thought my mom was tripping when she told me

I needed to take my rose colored glasses off.

I always figured that every person had a little good in them.

I quickly found out

That wasn't true

When I was in school I never fit in

I didn't go to prom or many of the dances

I couldn't afford the latest shoes or clothes

I didn't have a boyfriend

Hell, I barely had friends

I didn't have a car or was allowed to drive my parents car.

I wasn't popular

I often got made fun of for everything

I graduated high school

&& went right back to school

Just to go through the

Same shit

I'm strong

So I cried when I was alone

I hid all my issues

For fear of judgements

For fear of being made fun of

Like in school

I tried to look tough

Mean

As a defense mechanism

I took all the L's

I spent all my time

Tryna help others

Just to end up alone

After all those years

I never had time

To be truly happy

I was too busy being strong

Still to this day

I rarely have time to be happy

Because I'm too busy

Being strong

Trirestrial