How Strong Do You Think I Am? Poem by Desiree Whitamore

If I don't cry, does it mean I don't feel?
And if I look away, it doesn't mean I don't see.
And should I be afraid to be around you, and do you feel ashamed?
What should I do?
How far, can we go before we break?
How long can I wait?
How strong do you think I am?
How much can I take of this?
Am I a rock? or a rose? or a fist? or the breath at the end of a kiss?
How deep do you want to go?
'Cause I'll go there if I can.
You make it harder than it has to be.
how strong do you think I am?