strong woman
People keep calling me a strong woman.
The woman that I know, who lives in this skin,
she is many things,
minus strong.
She is petty and picky; too big and yet so very small.
The woman I know is weak.
She can’t make a decision without second-guessing or triple-checking.
She can’t, doesn’t, won’t trust herself.
She feels many things: fearful, empty, tired, frail
But never beautiful.
People keep calling me a strong woman.
Who is it that they see?