Try to Stop Me, Try to Move Me

I'll just sit here
Worn Out
Breath deep in and out
My hands and face are dark with dirt
Hope you like a girl with strong hands

Everyone thinks I'm too hard
Too tough to cry
To show any form of soft emotion
But does that mean I can't smile, or laugh?
That I can't cry tears of joy or even love?

Well I'll show you
I'm the follower who is a leader
Don't say there's no such thing
because there is. I am one.
I will love, I will smile, I'll fight to win
I'll cry
And do it has I need, when I want

I'll show you a strong girl
With dirt on her face and hands
Who shows emotion as she pleases.