It Is You

It is you

I want to comfort me

When I am overcome with sadness

These tears prick at my eyes

But I do not let them fall

Because I am angry

Angry and hurt at my own stupidity

For trying to be more than I am

And in those moments

I want to run into your arms

And have you hold me like a little girl

Because I have been strong far too long

And I need your strength to carry me

But despite this sorrow

I still smile for one reason

It is you

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