You fight me
Steal from me. Poke fun at me. Follow me...whatever. Deep down I know inside my own self is better. You broke me. You scorned me. Over time I learned to adore me. It takes time and it takes courage but in the end I it has been worth it. I won't be broken and I won't be jaded because in the end your taunts have faded. I am powerful. I am beautiful. I am intelligent and true. I will never cower in the shadows and turn out to be like you.
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