We let our emotions win,
even though we're better than that.
We keep seeing ourselves
at our worst state,
even though we have reasons to
be happy.
We let fear sink in, even
though we're made of steel.
We weren't meant to be fragile,
why do we let that label our skin?
We think we deserve more,
but we forget that everyday,
we are blessed abundantly.
We think pain is greater than anything
because we lack sympathy.
We think we aren't capable of
anything,
but our talents are standing
in front of us.
We are selfish beings,
with a dream not to be.
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