We're no Superman

So many times have I felt that maybe I'm not human. I say I don't care when all I do is care too much. I say I'm okay but deep inside I feel like I can explode at any moment. I do things to show people I am strong, but damn, I'm not.

How ironic. The things that make me feel like I'm not human are the things that show I am.

Am I strong? People say I am. And though I would love to believe them, I know I'm not. Saying I am would be a big lie. But I'm okay with that. I'm okay with not being strong. I'm not Superman; I'm not obliged to be strong, nor that I am to be shock-proof.

But maybe we are not meant to be strong. Imagine what the world would be like if there are just too many strong people. No heartache, no worries, no pain, no misery. Everything would just be wrong and all over the place. Regardless, that doesn't mean we can't be. We can turn it on if we want to. If our will is strong. But how many of you can proudly say you're going to be strong and actually try to be?

Don't lie. Bad things that happened to us never really go away. They stay with us and follow us everywhere we go. It's just hiding for a moment. There is no such thing as moving on. Just when you think you've accepted it, embraced it, and forgotten about it, but when someone points it back to you, that pain will come back in your head like a raging river. And you know it.

Because that is what is happening to me. But...

If you're not strong then how are you still here? Still going about your day as if nothing had happened. Yes, the pain is still there, but you're holding on. And that is proof that you are trying.

I.A.