Patience, child.

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Eventually, things end up messy

When words take a wrong flight

And the wrong flight lands

On the wrongest place.

The so called miscommunication

And the misunderstandings.

I hope you know that

I'm not someone who will insult

His best friend in social media

I'm not someone who will throw

His friend to a bunch of stupid people

To make fun of her,

I know you know

What strength we have when united.

Calling yourself something

Which you are not

Doesn't make you stronger

It makes you only weaker

Weaker in front of those

Waiting to watch you fall

Call yourself a knight

Who fights the best at nights

Tears are not the price of it

But a heart you carved out of your own
hands

With shining strength and untamable courage

Is the price of the war you had every night

Never say again you are a psychopath

That's not you, never will be you

People who called you useless never looked back at the chores you did

Being everything they needed you to be

From being a feeding mom

To a market going dad

Yes, you are full of emotions

If you weren't then think of their plot

They must remember you are the one

Holding the family together, because you have emotions

People who consider you as competition

Are afraid you will win them anyway

And they block every possible holes

But you still always pop up,
that's who you are

Sensitive and overreacting is not a disease

Infact, everyone had it once

But they started to fake everything and began blaming the truth

And you never moved on as you stood strong by the right side

Those who make fun of you are the ones with the mind sick disease

Do what you feel and smash people with your positive attitude.

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