I don't know what I've done
to be put through this torture.
If I believed in God I'd pray.
And beg him to grant me strength.
But only I can grant myself this power.
The guts to hold in the tears
And stand my ground.
Stick up for myself.
I am not a child.
Nor a coward.
I am strong.
I can persevere.
With a heart as thick as this.
An impenetrable wall.
Even though I feel weak
at this moment
I don't feel fear.