Why do you judge me?
Beat me down until I can't stand?
What have I done,
to deserve such pain and misery?
I've been nothing but kindhearted
and in return I am punished.
I am cast aside by everyone,
looked down at by adults,
even my own parents don't love me.
But because of that I am strong.
I am a survivor.
I will not let anyone dictate my happiness,
I will not let you ruin my life.
You can do what you want,
but I will never give you the satisfaction of seeing me cry,
of seeing me break,
because that is not going to happen.
I am strong.
And I will not give up hope.
