Inside Tears

Everyone tells me how strong I am
just cause I keep on climbing to my feet each time I'm knocked down
I can't help it, I hate defeat and feeling helpless
I hate seeing others breaking or broken
I'm told I have an empathic, caring and compassionate soul
that I have a gift and talent...
to me, seeing what's left unheard within
it's nothing but a curse
I'm beating myself up cause I can't fix so much
(and it's so, so, so close to home)
I'm feeling that uselessness when you can't make things better
yet you're carrying so much of your own stuff
5 months short of two years worth of fresh tears
now there's more running down my cheeks
unseen to anyone, felt only by me
(I'm drowning within)

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