StrongThat's what everyone calls meLike

February 20, 2015

Strong

That's what everyone calls me

Like it's my name

Like it's my filter

They say I don't have to be

But it's my only lifeline

Strong

If I don't be it, if I don't use it

Then I'll fall apart

I'll lose myself

Without this filter of strength

I am a widdled girl, wrinkled and torn

Strong

My own personal filter

It's so fake

It's deceitful

People don't even know

I am a widdled girl, wrinkled and torn

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