How I sometimes wish I couldn't cope. Not to keep everything under control. Just to cuddle up to someone who would say, "You can be fragile. I'm here for you."
I learned to cope on my own. Not because I wanted to. Because I had to. Because there wasn't always someone I could trust with my weakness. But inside me there's a girl who still loves to have her hair stroked. Who can burst into tears from a song. Who's still waiting for someone to see the soul behind this "strength." The real one. The warm one. The feeling one.
So yeah... I'm not strong. I'm just used to keeping myself in check. But try touching me, and maybe I'll let you hold me instead.