Whinge

Why must I be The Strong One?

Solid, dependable
Brave, infalliable?

Can't I be scared
Tender, vulnerable?

Why must I be the Atlas of us
Screaming inside
As the saintly veneer cracks?

Can't I hide beneath the covers
As the tears streak my face?

Here's my crown, Here's my medals
You can have them, I quit.

I'm taking to my bed
And not ever coming out.

I'm leaving
I'm going
My head's in the sand.

You be the strong one.