They tell you to stop pretending you're strong. What do you do? Will you crumble or defeat the forces thats pulling you down? Keep your chin up high? Or be the brittle weakling that you really are? You can be a warrior and walk to the arena with bare hands. If you're strong, that is. You're not, and you know you're not. Is it such a sin for you to wear an armour to protect yourself? Are you really a fake because you need to enhance the little, good things in you, that you wish the world could see with their naked eyes? Did they think, for once, that it takes strength to show a strong front? You're not hopeless after all.

They lash out at you with sharp tongues. Did they forget, about that knife you've been carving since the day you saw the world for what it really is, and not just a fantasy you drew when you were still in your mother's womb? They hit you directly where your weakness lies. Then they realise its all cold where they hit you. And they find that very knife that you've driven into yourself deep in the core of where you hurt.

They throw empty remarks at you. Because they don't understand. Then they get frustrated because they try and they try but they still can't understand you. Watch out. Here comes another fiery, empty remark that could hurt you, but could never change what you are.

so you think you can tell,
heaven from hell,
blue skies from pain?
did they get you to trade,
your heroes for ghosts?- pink floyd, 'wish you were here'.

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