A/N: I imagined how Italy must be feeling about the fact that everyone thinks he's weak so I wrote a poem about it. Thanks for 阅读 and I hope 你 like it!
Why does everyone think I’m weak?
I’m so much 更多 than a silly kid who’s good at hide and seek
I’ve fought in so many wars.
That’s why my body is covered with scars
I saw my people die
And I saw even 更多 of them cry
Out of fear I started to beg
While I waved my white flag
I surrendered because I was scared
But giving up for real is something I’ve never dared
Life can be painful and very sad
It can be so frustrating making 你 mad
I’ve lived for many years
And met a lot of fears
But I didn’t give up, I stood up, I won my fight
And also learned that life can be colorful and bright
你 can call me weak, but I know you’re wrong
It’s hard to see that I’m actually very strong
Why does everyone think I’m weak?
I’m so much 更多 than a silly kid who’s good at hide and seek
I’ve fought in so many wars.
That’s why my body is covered with scars
I saw my people die
And I saw even 更多 of them cry
Out of fear I started to beg
While I waved my white flag
I surrendered because I was scared
But giving up for real is something I’ve never dared
Life can be painful and very sad
It can be so frustrating making 你 mad
I’ve lived for many years
And met a lot of fears
But I didn’t give up, I stood up, I won my fight
And also learned that life can be colorful and bright
你 can call me weak, but I know you’re wrong
It’s hard to see that I’m actually very strong
