I am not broken, like some toy that no longer serves a purpose.
I am strong. Stronger than you will ever know.

Like a diamond, formed by pressure and pain, I am beautiful.
Like the diamond, I am strong.

But even strong people fall down.
Sometimes the step is a bit steeper than originally anticipated.
Sometimes, life drops a tiny twig in the path as I run.

The fall hurts, and when I fall I sit down and cry.
But I will get back up, stronger than before.

Will you be the one who walked away from the tears, or the one who gave me a helping hand up?