A Crybaby is not always weak,
She just feels the world a little louder,
Maybe, a little deeper.
She hugs with her whole soul,
She breaks silently in corners unseen.
They say, “Be strong,” as if softness is a sin,
But strength wears many faces,
Sometimes, it looks like trembling lips
Still daring to speak kindness in return.
She doesn’t cry for attention,
She cries because she pays attention.
To pain, to beauty, to the things others miss,
To voices unheard and wounds unkissed.
She is not weak for feeling it all,
She is powerful,
Because she survives it all,
And still believes in love.
She sometimes bursts out,
Out of pain, ending up hurt,
But she rises up and learns,
Learns from her mistakes.
She knows that she is flawed,
But she tries.
At the end of the day,
She is just a sensitive human after all.
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