Stronger
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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