With tear stained cheeks, I’ve faced these weeks.
The scariest of my life.
The “I’m okay” lies. And happy disguise.
Hide my worry and my strife.
Words cannot describe this fear that I feel.
Walking through a fog, this feels so unreal.
I’m not strong enough to hear that word.
I’m not brave enough.
Forget what you’ve heard.
The fear is breaking my tough exterior.
I don’t want to be the next fighting warrior.