We Are Who We Are

In the lonely forest you may fall down Not a soul will be there to see or hear you The cold hard ground will chill you to the core The grubs may crawl through you And the hurt will take over If no one is there to see you fall Is standing up truly worth it? No, maybe not. You look up into the sky and wonder Why am I like this? Why has the world forgotten about me? Will I ever be more than I've ever been? You close your eyes The tears are brisk The shine makes your eyes look beautiful You force a smile You lift your body off the floor Your strength wavers but its not gone Something deep inside brews Is it a storm? Is it a rainbow? Is it a call to carry on? The answer is of no relevance Your body without your consent has already risen Your mind has given in but your soul refuses You look back on the spot where you allowed yourself to fall You turn away and walk on with a smile A triumphant fist finds itself piercing the sky You have no more questions Only reason You realize that maybe just maybe We are who we are

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