I am.. 

A strong young woman,

you want to tell me otherwise,

but don't worry, I'll rise.

Your words used to hurt me,

but not anymore, I realized you're just a loser.

Yes, you are, not me. 

Trying to make people feel bad,

you are just a selfish brat. 

I rised, I'm happy, I realized,

that makes you unhappy. 

But I don't care anymore, 

you're society, and I don't want anxiety.