When I was little, I used to cry a lot, but I also got happy frequently. It was as if my emotions were always unpredictable — like an unexpected rain on a sunny day.
Growing up, my parents always labeled me as an “emotional person.” As I entered my teenage years, this trait never left me; it clung to me like a tight rubber band, slowly devouring my limbs.
This trait left many unwanted marks—many people left because they were simply annoyed. Some even went behind my back and warned others not to get close to me.
I can’t blame them, but also, what can I do?
I can’t help that I cry over simple things. I can’t stop myself from tearing up just because someone looks irritated. I can’t go to sleep because of that one mistake I made in math class. I can’t go about my day without worrying that everyone hates me because of the stutter I had during a conversation. I can’t help that I feel so deeply.
While some may view this as my weakest trait, I’ve come to understand that it’s actually one of my greatest strengths.
I break society’s rules by being too emotional.
Overeacting to simple things,
crying over anything.
I’m the epitome of dramatic,
simple things can hurt me.
But my greatest strength is that
simple things make me happy, too.
I experience powerful emotions; even the smallest things can bring me sadness, but they can just as easily lead to joy.
The world may never understand my sensitivity and softness, but this powerful emotion can someday bring light to those around me.
The tenderness in my heart can be taken away by just one empathetic gaze. Even the darkest moonlight glow can put a smile on my face.
And for me, that’s not a weakness — it’s a powerful strength.
-A.L ౨ৎ ⋆｡°
