Backbone

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I am called a liar behind my back.
I am called fake behind my back.
I am accused for something I'm not entirely sure of and don't understand.
I am falling inward
I am letting myself die slowly.
So many would cry tears
Of joy
Of happiness
Of hate.
Do you know why?
Still, I will bear the pain.
Because
I will not play your game.
I will let judgement fall upon you.
I will grow a backbone and endure.
I will not let you step all over me.
I am fine without you.
I love being alone because I have found peace.
I found peace with myself.
I want to announce this to the world:
I will take your beatings with an inner smile.
I am at peace for I am not the one to judge.

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