The Good, Strong Girl

I’ve been strong for far too long.

I wonder how much longer

before I crumble, before I shatter.

I’m done pretending -

the weight hurts, and I feel the cracks.

I’m just a breath away from breaking.

Still, I hold on.

I endure, my resilience is stubborn -

it mirrors me.

I don’t let anyone see through me;

I’m the good, strong girl they need me to be.