Tell me
Tell I’m not strong,
Because you don’t see the pain,
And all that I gain.
You might only the see the left turns
In the right path.
But I’ve walked more miles then your heart has raced because of fear.
And when I get to where I’ve succeeded past all integrity, then you can look at me. And I hope you see what I’ve done for the world, and my self. And shown you I’m a better person because of what I’ve done. I never listened to your advice, maybe out of balegerance maybe of spite. Because it’s only brought me to a place to push myself past all the hurt, all the struggles and get to a place where I can truely smile, and look at my reflection, and be simply happy with just that. No one gives you happiness, you make your own gift of pure joy.
