beautiful mess

I raise my head high and proud

I’ve stood up for so many people.

Sometimes I wonder who would stand up for me. I’m arrogant and hot-tempered. I say what I say.

And then you always wonder when it’s your turn: who will stand up for you?

Truth is no one. No one can stand your ground for you. You gotta suck it up.

I’ve grown far too strong to even realize what hurt feels like anymore. I don’t think twice about what I say because I usually think broadly on my first thought.

I said it before and I’ll say it again: I won’t let you go if you hurt the people I care about.

I won’t let you get away that easily. Not on my watch.