You can tear me down, break me, hurt me, insult me, yet, I'm still here. I'm here because I'm strong. It's true, words can kill, but do you really think your words can kill me? You're wrong. I'm proud of who I am. If you think I'm the coward, you're even more wrong. I don't insult others because I'm afraid of who I am and who I can become. I don't harm others because I'm scared of what they can do. I don't break others just because I'm broken and hurting inside. So if you think I'm the coward, look in the mirror. I don't run from my reality. You run and you hide, not only from your reality, but from yourself. We tend to forget the demons and monsters inside of our heads. Yet, those little voices in our heads aren't the only demons and monsters around, right? We all know we're demons in our own way. We're monsters because no matter how nice some of are, we still hurt each other. We hurt our own kind, just like you hurt me. I won't run! I won't hide! I won't hide from myself, nor the petty little words in my head trying to coax me into eternal sleep. I am not the suicidal maniac you take me to be. I'm afraid, the image you've placed on my cover is yourself. You took all of your demons and shoved them on me, all your monsters and tinsy little problems. Those problems kept building up into bigger ones and suddenly, I wasn't alone in my mind. Yet, those other beings in my mind were never acknowledged and I grew strong! Where are you now? You're dwindling at the bottom of the food-chain while I continued to rise to the top! Up, up, up I go! Down, down, down you go! I won't ever follow your example, and I hope others won't either.