#1745

You would rather lie through your teeth
and claim strength than allow
your vulnerability to show
like light through a window.

No one is harder on you than yourself,
but you are cornered by the pressure
you put on your aged back.
Your stiff upper lip trembles in the dark
when nobody’s around.
Shoulders are meant to carry hardship,
not to be cried upon
,’ you tell yourself,
a hardened lullaby that plays before
you greet nightmares of letting down
anyone that ever cared.

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