Moving Forward

i can put on that face. walk around and through the motions
i am "strong"
but my clock strikes midnight and my glass shoes shatter.
as the sun goes to bed, the moon ignites the fire.
burning down the wooden wall i build up every morning, the dam breaks. my feelings erupt
im not moving forward, im just ignoring the issues. music sooths, and books encourage. but one kind word or one mean looks breaks me.
will i always feel hopelessness at night? when i am virtually alone...
will i ever move past?
i dont want hopelessness to be my middle name. i dont want fake to be either.