A good friend once told me, during a deep conversation, that he thought of my tough exterior as a fa�ade, and that, deep, down inside, I'm not as strong as I want everyone to think. I half-jokingly expressed some accordance and quickly moved on to the next subject. Later, I thought about it. I've trained myelf to not express certain emotions for fear of being taken advantage of: I act pissed off when I feel sad; I'm never happy for other people - I get jealous; Instead of getting scared, I become apathetic or stubborn... After exploring this vantage point (without depth enough to warrant a longer explenation), I wrote this poem...

    This one goes to, pretty much, everyone I know. There are only two people on earth who have seen me cry: both, best friends who know everything there is to know about me anyways. This pending song is kind of something I wish I could say to everyone else - just so they understand how someone so "strong" can hit so many low points in their life. "Courage is the fear of being thought a coward" and I'm just a whimp in disguise...