They call you unbeatable. They do not see the hairline cracks in your ribs from every kindness you absorbed like shrapnel. They do not count the nights you bled silence just to keep the morning from collapsing.
Invincible is a lonely crown. It asks you to forget the taste of your own tears. It demands you bury every scar beneath a louder roar. Invincible
So no. You are not invincible. You are something rarer: breakable, and brave enough to keep breaking open. They call you unbeatable