Am I wrong?

Breaking points draw near
such a fine line
who'll break first
not me, not I, never.

No tears will I shed first.
My strength will hold
while others crumble
Just long enough to bluff.

Then in my solitude
I shatter into a million pieces
my tears like broken glass
splatter everywhere

But must I cry,
when I cannot
break my own barrier
of the walls I've built?

Cry, cry, cry for me.
Oh i wish I could
but weakness for you
is weakness for me.