Heavy

It gets heavy.

Carrying it gets lonely.

An invisible weight that when my smile falters becomes visible.

Expectations so high, my short frame will never reach.

Always climbing uphill while watching others glide down freely.

If I don’t step up it doesn’t get done.

But the step up gets old.

Being reliable isn’t a choice it’s been bred.

Putting everyone first isn’t because I’m selfless, it’s who I because it’s what’s been expected.

Words unspoken as to not upset the apple cart.

Surrounded by people, smiling and joking, but still somehow alone.

It gets heavy always being held responsible for everyone else.

It’s lonely here.