When it hurt,
I did not bleed.
I stood there, pushing the blood in.
I was a master of showing nothing.
I had trained since I was young.
When my heart hurt,
No one ever knew.
It would be hard.
It would be tough.
It would ruin their day.
I had trained since I was young.
I was always the one who could do it all.
I was strong.
I was smart.
I could see and prepare.
I could deal with everything.
My training made me weak.
Push. Show. Tell. Scream. Cry.
My training broke me.
I thought I was through.
I thought I was done.
I thought I was free.
But
I had trained since I was young.
It was a part of me.
It would never not be.
How hard I pushed.
How much I showed.
How much I told them.
How loud I screamed.
How many tears I cried.
It was me.
