The Ones
The strong ones. The loud ones. The high achievers. The weak ones. The quiet ones. The ones that blend. Overcoming obstacles Jumping hurdles Pushing for greatness Often at our own demise. Using our voice And strength To hide And cover The fears And weakness That weigh heavy On our shoulders Everyday. In a cruel world That demands so much Crying out To be held To be heard To be loved. Hiding away Wanting relief That never comes. Building strength To tackle another day And force that smile Upon your face Alone Crying out Hiding away Unheard Unnoticed The strong ones Have weaknesses. The weak ones Have strength. The loud ones Have days of silence. And the quiet ones Have loud days. The high achievers Stop trying Those who blend Stand out The light fades to darkness The joy diminishes into gloom The life That goes Unnoticed Goes noticed Too soon. For the strong Become weak And the weak Must become strong
