~roundtriangel

I could put out my feelings on the net.
Write long texts about how horrible my life is.
I could tell anyone who wants to listen how terrible I feel.
(But who wants to listen to somebody who only complains?)

The few people that I would like
that they knew how I felt.
I don't want to tell.
I mean, they should know anyway,
because they (are supposed to) know me so well.
(but they can't here the screaming voice in my head)

But sometimes, verry seldom, it can happen that somebody asks me how I feel.
Of course, I answer "I'm fine, thanks" and hide the terrible even further down inside of me.
Because it's me who is supposed to be the strong one, everybody else needs me when they are having a hard time. So really, I can't be week.
My pain I do my best to hide, so that I can be strong infront of them.
(The fact that they sometimes notice my pain, makes it easier to bear, only a little bit. But it does so much)