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It's hard to always be strong.

Story of my life.

Somehow everyone always expects it though, don't they. And when the mighty fall, everything seems to fall apart with it. And people wonder why you don't open up. More reason to keep it all inside and stay strong.

They do. They think because you're strong, you owe it to them to stay strong, to be whatever it is that they need. Nevermind that we can't always be everything to everyone. We can only be us, and hope it's enough.

It's hard to shift your heart out onto your sleeve for people, when the weight of the world is on your shoulders. Kinda hard to move your arms.

It doesn't stop us... or maybe just me from trying though; to be everything to everyone, no matter the weight.

It's easier to fit into that emotionless mold than to see everything crumble when you show even the most slight of cracks.

For me, the consequences of stopping are too much, too big to weigh against something as small as my own feelings. I try, sometimes I succeed, sometimes I don't. I guess that's the human part about even being superhuman. A little failure comes with the territory. If you're bulletproof, there's always something else that can pierce right through you.

Jst be careful. Whether you show them or not, the cracks are there. And eventually? All breaks down. With or without your consent.

I wish I were as bullet proof as I make people believe I am.

If and when I break again, I'll do everything I can to make sure it's in private. The backlash from the breaking hurts more than the break itself.

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