Misunderstood

Misunderstood. Seen as an emotional wreck because my eyes are constantly decked in tears. Tears of stress as I try my best at everything I try. A mess, because people take this stress as a sign of weakness. Weakness that has progressed because I constantly try to hold this stress inside. Hoping that it dies the longer I hold it inside. But the longer I hold it inside, the more strenuous the cry because no matter how hard I fight, this stress refuses to die. This stress blossoms into pain as I struggle to maintain my composure. A visible pain that overpowers my soul. I feeling that I can no longer hold inside. Many people mistake this pain as weakness because they forget the amount of strength it takes to endure this type of pain. Sorry that I can't restrain the pain. Sorry that you mistake this pain for weakness but I'm only human and there's only so much pain that I can allow to bring strain on my life. After I while I have to fight back, and I the only way I know how to attack is with massive display of tears. And after the tears there comes a ray of happiness because I was able to release my stress. I'm sorry if this makes me a mess, categorizes me as an emotional wreck, but after I wipe away my deck of tears, I realize that I am stronger than I was before.