It worries me. I wonder as I carry on without you, without them, without anyone if I'm strong enough to make it.
They all look at me in all my weaknesses, as I dramatically fake the smiles. Not a soul can hear my silent cries.
I glance down as I feel his eyes study me and I can tell by the way he walks away, that I am not quite up to his standards.
They can't see me like this. They can't see me holding back the tears, espeically him. All of them are waiting for me to fall,
and if I do, if I fall again, this time I'm not getting back up for you. I dont have anything left to prove. I'm done being the strong one.
