At night, while the other
slept, we kept walking the tight rope. It was practice. And
yeah, some of us fell, but I want to tell them, that all of
this, its just debris, leftover when we finally decide to
smash all the things we use to be. And if you cant find
anything beautiful about yourself
get a better mirror,
look a little closer,
stare a little longer.
because there is something inside you that made you keep
trying, despite everyone who told you to quite. You built a
cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself, you
signed it,
"They were
wrong."
Because maybe you didnt belong to a group or a clique. Maybe
they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything.
Maybe you use to bring bruises and broken teeth to show and
tell, but never told, because how can you hold your ground
when everyone around you wants to burry you beneath
it.
You have to belive that they were
wrong.
They have to be
wrong.