The Strong One by Molly Spring

In times of tragedy and strife,

I flip a switch inside of me.

I become the strong one,

I put on my mask,

attempting to put the well-being of others before mine.


I disregard my own feelings for the time being,

just so i can make others feel okay.

I bottle up every emotion inside of me,

all for what?


It happens every time.

I never know when to draw the line,

and consider the validity of how i’m feeling.


Just because i cope in different ways,

doesn’t mean my emotions are any less important or valid.


I never take a step back and breathe deeply,

I make myself the strong one.

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