She says she strong

Since there’s nothing wrong.

But, I know better than she.

She thinks she higher

But she’s a liar

The stronger one is me.

The one with bruises,

Who always loses

Is the one who’s the hero inside.

The one with shame

Who’s always to blame,

Should really have the pride.

I am better because I show my tears,

The weaker one is the she who hides,

Because a smile merely on her face

Might not be a smile inside.


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