Strong

January 22, 2018

You want me to be strong,
yet all I feel is the weak,
don't feel I belong,
Times I cannot speak.

I’m trying so hard,
be a person I am not.
Without any regard,
just stuck in this spot.

Here alone I sit,
my tears, alcohol to calm,
lost in the world I admit,
a ticking bomb. 

 

© Christina M. Wilmes 

1/2018

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