Magnanimous
Push me down into the dirt
I’ll get up, and dust off my shirt
Tripped until I land on my face
Yet still I walk with poise and grace
Bullied to the point of tears
But I’ve gotten wiser over the years
Knowing when to stand strong
Or when to admit I’m the one who is wrong
No matter how hard life seems to be
I’ll never be anyone other than me
Overwhelmed with anxiety and constant stress
Caring too much for people who couldn’t care less
Standing up for things that I believe
Working hard for what I want to achieve
Figuring out exactly who I’m supposed to be
But in its entirety, this is me.
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