There is a curse that follows the good—
The more you give, the more they take.
The more you love, the more they betray,
Yet you stand in silence, holding your pain,
Believing that strength means enduring alone.
But deep down, you whisper— Why me?
Why always me?
You sacrifice for those who never cared,
Forgive the ones who cut the deepest,
And in return, the world marks you with scars.
But hear me now—your kindness is not weakness.
The world does not break the fragile,
It breaks the strong,
It fears those who can endure.
So let them hurt you, let them doubt you—
Every scar you carry is proof
That you chose to rise,
To stay kind when the world begged you to be cruel.
Your pain is not your burden,
It is the mark of your power.
Stay good, even when it hurts.
The more you give, the more they take.
The more you love, the more they betray,
Yet you stand in silence, holding your pain,
Believing that strength means enduring alone.
But deep down, you whisper— Why me?
Why always me?
You sacrifice for those who never cared,
Forgive the ones who cut the deepest,
And in return, the world marks you with scars.
But hear me now—your kindness is not weakness.
The world does not break the fragile,
It breaks the strong,
It fears those who can endure.
So let them hurt you, let them doubt you—
Every scar you carry is proof
That you chose to rise,
To stay kind when the world begged you to be cruel.
Your pain is not your burden,
It is the mark of your power.
Stay good, even when it hurts.