Why must I be the one who holds it together?
Why must I be the one to be the one to face all these problems?
Why must I be the one to fake the smile?
Why must I be the one who has to be strong when deep down inside I am begging for some help?
Why must I be the one to stand up and face the fight when in reality I am on my knees begging for some help?
When do I get to be myself and the image you portray me to be?
When do I get to be me?
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