What Made You Think I Was Strong Enough?

It wasn’t supposed to work out this way. I’ve spent all this time chasing down rainbows, all to be surprised that there wasn’t a pot of gold but a bunch of despair.
The innocence of staying curious and not being scared to ask questions. You see, I had no choice but to work my ass off. I never had the option to mess up. I was given the task of being strong. I never asked for this. Being strong is never what I wanted. I understand I’d likely be selfish to put this on someone else’s shoulders, but I may have turned out differently because I’m not strong enough.
So what made you think I was strong enough?
Don’t you see the hurt in my eyes?
The effort it takes to fake a smile?
Or maybe the weakness in my voice?
You needed me, and I was there. You may need me again, and I’ll be there. Because that’s what I’ve accepted I’m on this Earth to do.
I’m not strong enough, but I’ll keep going as long as possible. That’s just what I do. At some point, I have no choice.
But what made you think I was strong enough?