Some Strength Is Just a Disguise

The world moves fast and loud, but buried deep inside every one of us lies a tender place — a soft corner where we hide our fragility and our wounds. We can't put these feelings into words for anyone else. We have to work through them ourselves, heal in our own way.

We tuck our sadness so far down that no one will notice. We don't want the people who care about us to see it, because we hate watching them worry. We don't want the people who don't care to see it either, because we can't handle their cold indifference.

Stumbling through life, we've learned to fake it. Even when we're barely holding on, we refuse to give up. Even when our hearts are breaking, we choke back the tears. Everyone thinks we're strong — but really, it's just a mask.

When I feel lost, I wish someone would walk with me through the fog. When I feel helpless, I wish someone would lend a hand. When I'm hurting, I crave someone who'll really listen.

I'm not as brave as you imagine. My strength is just what you see on the surface.

Someday, when I truly feel exhausted and beaten down, when I've had enough and can't take it anymore — I'll let myself cry it all out. I'll cry until every last drop of worry and sorrow is gone. Then I'll wipe away the tears, and tomorrow starts fresh.

Don't mistake every act of bravery for genuine strength. Some strength is just a disguise. And if you really know me, I hope you can understand my sadness.