Some people are mean
So they don’t get hurt.
Others are mean
Because they’ve been hurt.

People also cry,
But not because they’re weak,
Simply because they’ve been strong,
For far too long.

Skin isn’t paper,
And people cut it.
Faces aren’t masks,
But people cover them.

Shapes and sizes aren’t books,
But too many people are judges in that way.
Lives aren’t films,
And I’m begging you, don’t end yours.

Strength is measured,
Not by the cuts,
But the days
You’ve been with them.

Strength is measured,
Not by the lack of pain,
But the amount
You’ve lived through.

Your strength is measured
By how much you smile,
In the pouring rain,
And by the tears you’ve shed.

You can easily break someone down,
But it’s hard to build them back up,
It’s hard to glue yourself back together,
And come back stronger than ever.

Things get better, for nights end,
But it’s stormy,
And it’s hard to see the light,
But the rain never lasts.

People will hate you,
Rate you, shake you, and break you,
But how strong you stand,
Is what makes you.

Everyone struggles,
And everyone feels pain,
It’s from that suffering
That the courage to go on comes from.

You will fail, you’ll screw up,
And you’ll try your hardest,
Even if it’s not enough,
You just have to pick yourself up.

It’s not the ups
That make us stronger,
It’s the climbing in the rain,
Reaching up from the bottom.

Life isn’t perfect,
It’s a lesson to learn,
So open your eyes,
And see the real strength.

What should have happened
Happened.
Who should have left,
Left.

Whatever has thrown you
Of your course,
Has brought you,
To where you need to be.

And that’s what makes us strong,
That’s what gives us the courage to go on,
To keep us smiling in the graveyard,
And dancing in the rain.