Nightmares and fears. Part 3

I  wake up
In a battle with my own mind
Trying to cling to the good
The happy
Trying to assure myself
There is something good in me
But of course it's buried
Too deep.

Left with the pain of my nightmare
I wipe the tears from my eyes
But I can't wipe away the fear
Of myself.
Some say I'm strong.
I'll take whatever comes my way,
And stand to support those I care about.
I'll take anything thrown at me,
But I'm not strong;
Don't mistake me for strong,
Cause I can't even stand against myself.

The only salvation I have
Is the reminder of the one
Who made me who I am
And first saved me from all this pain.