Don't pity me. You know,
I'm not of those who flourish
When showered with those words,
Believe me I detest
That look in people's eyes,
It brings me down. Respect me.
It's not your fight, it's mine,
And if I may suggest
Strength comes from being tested -
We grow through pain and struggle,
As scary as it sounds
We need these to succeed.
Support each other, right,
But pity's not the answer,
Kind strength in person's eyes
Is all I really need.
Don t pity me...
© Copyright: Элиза Микаилова, 2011
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