I know why the kind turn cruel.
I know why hearts red and pure,
Turn black and sour.
Stained with sorrow and hate.
The pain. Rejection. Cruel comments.
Cruel jokes.
I sit and cry wondering why.
"Why me?"
"Why me again?"
"Why is it always me?"
I get up and keep going,
But I keep getting wounded.
Wound never heal,
Scars never fade.
Black marks turning me bitter with hate.
Shake it off.
It's a new day.
It never ends.
"Don't give up."
"Never give up. Never let them win."
The voice I hear inside my head.
Motivation.
These wounds may not heal, but
I know I'll be better.
"Never let them win."
"Never turn sour."
That's no who I am.
I am stronger.
A fighter till the very end.
