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Fight Back


For years I stayed forlorn,

Adopting peoples gloss.

They snickered in my way,

Resorting in my brain.

I tried to push it far,

But pain came back like arrows

Within my heart, collapsing.

 

The outside world thought fine,

While inside world thought die!

I structured a façade

Showing laughter, happiness,

So no one knew my pain.

Is there a cure? Is death

A cure? Is secrecy?

 

Then one day, someone came

An angel from heaven say.

Advised me, no pain

No gain. No silence is

The answer said she. Now

Defend myself I do.

So what’s the result you say?

 

Now they stay away with fright;

No longer stand my way.

I show now, laughter, even

My happiness which no long

Is fake. I exist, fixed.

I’m me, I’m real. So try,

Be you! Be Real! Be proud!

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