Strength. People tell me that I’m strong. My friends tell me that I can overcome any problem that comes my way. My family depends on me thinking about the same thing as my friends. Maybe it can never be denied that I’m strong in one way or another. I try to be there for my friends despite everything. I try to support my family in every aspect that I can despite the difficulty. But is this strength? Why do I feel doubtful? Why am I scared? Maybe it’s simply because I am not always strong. And with those times that I am weak, no one’s there to see the strong side of me vanish. It may be because I’m scared that people would lack compassion during these times when I am weak simply because they think that I am always strong.