A poem...some feelings for now..

It’s something that
Many women do;
For the sake of their children
They hide their fears;
Their tears-
And discontent.
They lock it up tight
So no one can see
Where they are weak;
Why the grieve.
No one can know
Of hidden pain;
It’s an unwritten page
There it remains.
They make up stories
Of why they are sad;
The true reasons
Are left unsaid
This is a woman
I’ll do it till I’m dead.