When did I become so strong, when did this broken train wreck of a girl decide that shedding a tear was a bad thing. Hiding behind fake smiles when it crashed down with one look all he said was “what makes you so unhappy your smile never reaches your eyes” my only response was to say “ life”. Came home and looked and in the mirror and realized I don’t like the women I have become but I like the girl I once was even less. So what is worse being strong and unable to cry or being so vulnerable that everyone takes advantage of you?
