A strong outer shell

I cry because no one understands
How strong I have to be against mighty hands
Those are the times that caused me to live twice as fast
The strong woman I use to be is fading
And the weak women I use to pity are invading
A great women is what I truly am.
I live to achieve and excel
When people look at me they only see a strong outer shell

Don't get me wrong I can handle alot of things
I have been outcast, be little, and called names
My hatred, and anger have been hidden as burning flames
I give myself time to heal, by allow time to erase my memories
You can't hold on to what you have forgotten
It worked for awhile, but those memories become rotten
They cause sadness, where there should be joy

I am just so tired of sleepless nights
My body recharge, while my brain fights
My mind tries to maintain balance
But theirs no one around
No one can be found to tend my wounds
Instead I cry silently in the dark

No one to see my blood stained eyes
No one to hear my sobs
No one to consume with my pain
Just me cloaked in darkness
And dying in vain

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