Everyone would congratulate for how strong I was,
for how much I've decided to take in.
But I am not strong,
I am the weakest of all,
because while people are strong enough
to let go of things that do them wrong,
to not settle for less than they deserve,
for recognizing it so,
I am still here.
Holding on to you as if it did me any justice,
hoping that one day you'll change,
and at the same time,
hoping one day I'll be strong enough
to let go of you,
who does me wrong.