So tired of being the stronger one
My shoulders are tired of being leaned on
My arms and legs ache from holding the world
My heart is sore from feeling everyone else’s pain,
Everyone’s pain but my own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! I can relate to this! I love it! ! The saddest bit about being the 'strong' one is that they don't realise that you need a shoulder to lean on every once in a while too. I wrote a poem based on that 'The friendless friend'. Would appreciate a comment on it. Great poem, loved it ; -) 10