I’ve got iron over my heart. Â They see the tattered sweater.
I’ve got a wonderful smile. They see a messed up child.
I try to understand where they are coming from. But I can’t.
How dare they make up a quirk in exchange for a good trait.
Maybe it’s all in my head.
Maybe I should let it go like everyone says to.
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Or maybe…….
What you see is more important than what they do
What you realize about yourself is more important than what they do
They may not understand you, but you do
There is no such thing as normal, so when they tell you you aren’t, say aren’t what?
Maybe you’re worth it
Maybe there’s something inside of you worth fighting for
Maybe the days when you feel the worst will be the ones that make you as a person
And maybe one day you will find peace
And when you can’t believe that that will ever happen,
Hold onto the fact that I do