I am the person who always thinks of what to say after the fact. I do not defend myself. Therefore, I must be a coward. The bully with all the insecurities in the world still can get the best of me. It is not something I understand. It is not something I can explain. I know what to say, I know what I want, but I do not know how to shake this weak exterior. Self-help books and dead-end advice are no help for me. It is not that I do not want to follow their advice, I completely melt when I need to be strong. Some may see me as a wimp; some may say I have no backbone. But the true coward in my world is the one who always has to fight, who always has to have the last word, who always has to be the loudest most outspoken person in the room. I do not believe in hurting others for no reason at all. I believe in love and kindness. And if being that way makes me a cowardice person, I will take that label any day.