He tells me that I am strong.
So why do I feel so weak?
Why do I want to beg him to change his mind?
He doesn't understand that HE gave me strength.
I was able to get through anything knowing
he was the prize at the bottom of the box.
If I were half as strong as he thinks I am
My heart wouldn't be breaking.
Instead I would be able to see it's for the best.
But I have no choice.
I have to be strong.
He needs me to be strong.
Perhaps that is what strength really is.
Doing what it takes no matter how much it hurts.
If so...
I am strong.