I cry , it doesn’t mean I am weak,

I smile ,it doesn’t mean I am happy.

I panic , it doesn’t mean I am scared,

My feelings change in moments unprepared.

 

Though I cry, it doesn’t mean I’ve lost,

My tears fall from battles I’ve fought.

My smiles may hide the storms within,

But they show the strength I keep deep in.

 

Even when I quit, I seem the strongest,

Even with fears, I look the boldest.

For the world sees only what is outside,

Not the struggles I quietly keep inside.

 

If I pretend, the world thinks I’m strong,

While silence hides where I go wrong.

But when I show myself and speak my heart,

I may stand alone, but that’s my art.

 

Let them judge, let them misunderstand,

I’ll live as me, and take my stand.

No crowd can measure what I am worth,

For being true is the rarest on earth.

 

Supriya Paudel

BBM III Semester

United College, Kumaripati, Lalitpur