Different

I'm not weak. Tears don't mean anything. Just because you think you know me, You call me your crybaby, But I'm not. I am strong. I am just as capable as you. I am not naive. I choose to trust. It is a conscious decision to hope for the better In this world where people hate. I chose this, To be vulnerable. You know I wear my heart on my sleeve, but you don't know I'm the one who ripped it out of my chest to put it there, In the open, Where it hurts. And no one acknowledges my bravery, Because it's seen as a weakness in this world Where people have to hide. Are you really better than me, Because you cover up your true self while I don't care who knows my life story? That they hurt me with their words, That I'm happy, or I'm sorry? I am not pretending. That what other people think doesn't matter to me, But their views don't change mine. I know what I want in life, and I don't care if I stand out by not fitting in. I don't need to belong, to feel good about myself. I am not willing to comprise my sincerity By living the lies of society, Lacking practicality. I'm different. I'm tired of this. No more hiding, stand up, and change things.