MY REBIRTH

I realized being too nice doesn't pay, 
I have ended up being used, 
am now shading my skin, 
if i behave in a way you don’t understand, 
just know I realized all times I was taken advantage of 
and now like dust I will rise.

being nice is not being weak,
it's not being afraid,
and it's not being pathetic, 
it's strength to carry someone else burden.
let me now travel on the road I never took I see the difference it will make.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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