What is strength?
Am I strong?
I’ve always thought so..
I don’t ask for help. I don’t want it.
I stand tall. I stand alone.
But…Could I be wrong?
No. I am strong!
I carry the world on my shoulders, that’s who I am.
But when I stumble, am I weak?
When the façade cracks, have I failed?
Does needing help prove me frail?
Am I weak?