She acts like summer,
and walks like rain.
She still smiles even though her world seems to be crumbling into pieces.
She still smiles because she feels that it's the only thing she can do best.
She likes to pretend that everything's alright because when everybody else thinks she's fine, sometimes, she forgets for a while that.. she's not.
She chooses to live by choice, not by chance; to make changes, not excuses; to be motivated, not manipulated; to be useful, not used; to excel, not compete. She chooses self-esteem, not self pity. She chooses to listen to my inner voice, not the random opinion of others.
