A New Hope

People said sitting and crying won't do me any good.
Then should I be doing like anyone should?
Will that ever make me feel better in the end,
When all I know that would help me is paper and pen?
Perhaps all I need is some company from somebody.
Just one presence to talk to and to hold me.
Sometimes it's hard to live with this poker face.
Showing people fake smiles in every single pace.
Why do I have to be haunted by this insecurity feeling?
And so I let myself contained by what other people think.
Rejecting what people said, I stand on my defiance.
For being who I am, they said I've lost my common sense.
Then for standing up, people think I'm a freak.
I just put on a smile everytime I'm told I'm sick.
Unfilled to my desires I started to doubt,
Feeling down supported by the dark cloud.
Yet no use crying over spilt milk, I have to fight.
I have to stay strong in order to defend my pride.