Some say I blast out easy, cry out easy..
Get hurt n hurt people easy..
But, seldom knows the battles I fought..
Rare knows the wounds that loneliness caused..
what I stand for, A few would say they know..
The double standards are the plights..
Refuse to stand by them, caught up fights..
Can't hide, can't backbite..
But can confront with a condescending smile..
Scared to face mirrors people panic..
Frightened, dismayed, dismental..
They behold their breaths and play victims..
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