i'm just so confused

all the time

its like i'm the rope in tug of war

being pulled and pulled until i –

i just fray apart.

.

it terrifies me,

the thought of unraveling.

i'm supposed to be the strong one,

remember?

not allowed to cry.

it just doesn't

fit the description.

.

holding it all in,

until i wear away,

nothing left but threads

of my past misery