Uncried tears; the pain of the unseen pains

I want to cry
I want to let go
I want to pour it all out
I want to empty myself
I want freedom!
I hunger for freedom
Yet I am STARVED.

Circumstances prevent me from true freedom
I am perceived as the strong
Made of stone, no heart
None feels pity for me
None shares in my pain
All they see is strength
That is all they choose to see
Yet I know my weaknesses
I feel my pain
I suffer!
While none helps
My heart continually breaks
Always shuttering
Each passing day with a greater pain
O such unbearable pain

I cannot talk
I am not allowed to complain
No platform available for my likes to vent
Because the 'weak' look to me
I am not allowed true freedom
I cry myself to bed each night
Waking up looking strong
Always looking okay
So that all may be encouraged to be okay

But am I really okay?
Am I really fine?
Do I know the true meaning of freedom?
Do I actually live?

I believe I am merely existing
Pretending to be living
And always missing out on true freedom

All I hope for is that all
May see, feel or share in the pain of my unseen pains
And allow me to cry my uncried tears

Written by J-Elle

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