I don’t want to be fragile
Your dad is so strong
I hate being the one that cries
in the doctors office as they speak.
I don’t want the tissues or the tears but they come anyways.
Why do I crumble?
I need to be stronger
for you it’s true.
I tell myself this in the mirror before appointments
don’t break don’t break
but for some reason I do.
And when it comes it pours as if I hold it all in.
Once we get to the doctors and they tell us bad news suddenly I can’t bare to stay strong. But your dad stands tall he looks at you with a smile. But I let it out a cry like I’m unburdening my soul
but it’s not good for you
this I know, I’ll get better soon
I must get it together
and be strong like your father
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