Making Lemonade.

It takes alot more than that to make my head sink low and my eyes follow the road below.
A lot more to make me slouch or use anyone as a crutch.
Beat me with your eyes and shoot venomous words at me attacking every aspect of my personality, reaching deep within the core of my veins, but it a dead end road with me.
I stand while you fall. I cannot shatter and you cannot break me.
My jeans are tattered, torn and ripped.
I have a rugged exterior, but Im as delicate as a hummingbird sitting on a flower.
I have been blessed with thick skin and a great heart.

Dream of ways to break me.
Gravity is the only thing working against me.
Im not the reason he didnt call like he used to.