Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who's the strongest of us all?
Am I bold? Will I break? Can I make it out from under the weight?
Is my voice heard? Am I noticed?
Does the world need me to show this?
Do I have power? Am I the best?
Are you asking me to be fearless?
Can I resist? Can I hold it all in?
Should I just stay silent when I have sinned?
Mirror, mirror on the wall, Am I yet the strongest of us all?
I have wrecked my heart to reach this goal, I have made it look like I am in control.
On the outside I look so strong, Are you telling me now that I was wrong?
Mirror, mirror on the wall, What does it take to be the strongest of us all?
Maybe strength is not in being bold, remaining unbroken when the weight of the world is crushing upon you. Not having your voice be heard, not having the best abilities, being different, having the ability to resist, having power, or being fearless.
Maybe strength is being gentle, allowing your heart to speak for you; being transparent, letting others see you for who you truly are; being meek, letting your kind actions speak louder than empty echoing words; being humble, allowing someone else to be right; being honest, laying everything on the table, weaknesses included, being yourself.
Maybe strength is not looking the part...
after all, doesn't it take strength to just be real?