A writing exercise

How can I be strong, I've asked myself...
In times like these when being weak is never what it seems.
How can I look up to the black skies and force a smile on teary
eyed.
When I look down, its to protect my face from the acid rain...that
threatens to wash away not only my tears.
wash away the years and years of that grown face.
Now only to get buried in the acid earth as human earth...and used as
compost for the man eating plants.
How can I be strong I've asked myself...when the meaning of strength
alters and changes and I never cease to falter in my every cause.
Is it better to shed tears or let it eat me on the inside...either way
only a shell retires, with either all the life drained out.
Strenght lies in filling myself up...from dusk till dawn with every
inch of emotion under every circumstance at any occasion until I can
stand up again and spread my wings rebourne.