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 पढ़ना and I hope आप like it!
Why does everyone think I’m weak?
I’m so much और 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 और 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 आप 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
आप 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 और 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 और 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 आप 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
आप can call me weak, but I know you’re wrong
It’s hard to see that I’m actually very strong
