Another day. Same as the last.
People think they know me,
like they know all about my past.
They think I'm just a girl, the quiet one, the good one, the one who will never lie.
They think I'm incapable, but have they ever seen me try?
They say I have never experienced true sadness or defeat.
But they are the ones, when danger strikes, always to retreat.
They don't know my strength, what power I possess.
Few people have seen the anger and fierceness I can express.
Deep down, I know what I am.
Their opinion doesn't matter.
I take what they say, throw it on the ground.... and it shatters.
I am stronger than they, and they know it.
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