You tell me that I am stronger than You 

And yes, I am 

But being strong is a curse B, 

not a blessing ...

Being strong is to be alone 

Being strong is to be taken for granted

Being strong is to be seen as something

more than You can possibly be ... always ...


A Strong, Independent woman 

Yay me,

or maybe ... not so much 

The Curse of Strength is 

that not even those who claim to know Me 

seems to notice 

that behind the Facade 

there is Nothing left of Me 

but a withering memory spreading in the wind ... 


Being Strong is to hide the ever-growing

darkness building up inside 

To cry alone, not seen nor heard 

To hide the scars inflicted by Your own hands, 

on Your skin, right down to Your soul, 

to release the loneliness, the searing pain 

piling up 

like filth and dirt on a lost city scrapyard ...