Who holds the strong one?

Ever get tired of being the strong one? The one everyone turns to when down. The one who takes the anger of another like a knife thrown at ur heart. They believe you're strong because u smile everyday. You help the ones who hurt u the most. You hold ur self and present urself as a happy , gullible person. Yet have they ever asked u are u okay. Have u ever cried and went to them seeking comfort. Do you ever lash out on others when angry. I assume for most it's no. That's what they see as strong. Meanwhile deep deep inside your heart is pounding like a washing machine. Your mind is racing with thoughts like it's a track. The days u just wish and hope that u would just vanish under ur blankets , in your safe space. Mind at ease nobody teasing. Nobody complaining. Just you and your brain. Listening to the calming sounds all for someone to call and ask you for advice. The Never ending cycle of being the strong one. Will u ever find a shoulder to cry on. Words to wrap like a blanket around u and hold u tight. Or will you keep the act up until u reach ur breaking point of life.