She says be the bigger person,
and stand down to me.
It really shouldn't matter
I'm only sixteen.
I feel so in between
twisted around and lost.
I refuse to lose my balance
I will no longer fall.
Last night I listened
to my tears echoing off the walls
surprised to see them stream down your face
feelings stretched and completely off-base
everything is so out of place.
I never meant for this to happen
always trying to keep the peace
for years and years I succeeded,
but my anger needed a release.
It feels so good to no longer have to try,
or shy around and wonder why
he never liked me anyway.
It's my turn to say what I've always wanted to say.
The truth begins to sting
as my words slowly fade away.
It's over-I'm standing up to the pain today.

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