we revale what are we really made of .
We are thought almost too well to conceal,
the real texture of our core.
It’s been a while since anyone saw me
The way I should been seen, before life happened.
I’m proud of this mask and this strength,
ashamed that she took a big part of me.
Give me your burdens, I can live with them.
I admire your weakness, your tears, your groan.
If only I didn’t gave to life more than he took,
even I would have something to cry for.