I think

being strong

is a curse

You carry

the unbearable 

darkest and deepest 

pain

all alone

You scramble

the pain like

a normal paper and 

forcefully

throw it in your 

invisible dustbin 

hoping for it to be 

silent and to 

disappear

But sometimes

it doesn’t. 

Sometimes

the pain wants to 

get free from the 

tight container

It moves

hastily

rapidly

endlessly

all day and night

Then, the powerful 

pressure inside 

slowly

makes you 

unstable

You secretly

become

scared, nervous

anxious, in the

massive swarms of 

unaware people 

around

You need to 

cry

wail 

scream

but you are

strong

You keep all the mess 

inside

yourself

quietly

And don’t let

the overfilled 

container

break

You suffer and suffer 

constantly

and still dare to

carry it all around 

instead.