People come and talk to me,
Share their problems,
And I listen.
I'm the strong one,
I'm used to carrying everyone,
Being steady,
Holding them up,
And not wavering.
I cry when I'm alone sometimes,
When everything becomes too much,
I hate to cry.
Espeically in front of others,
I make them feel guilty,
And I feel weak.
But I'm the strong one,
The one who's not suppose to cry.
But then you come along,
The support I need,
The one that tells me,
It's ok to cry,
You're not weak.
You tell me,
I'm here,
You can't carry everything alone,
Let me take some of the load.
I look at you and say,
No,
It's my job,
I can't show weakness,
It's hurt me before.
You reply.
Are you afraid to cry with me?
Show yourself to me,
I won't turn my heart away.
I already know how to cry,
And then I start to,
I'm still gonna try and save the world.
But now I know,
It's ok to cry,
To not be afraid,
To show that I'm weak,
At least with you.
