I was happy
To be young as child
Be able to draw out of line
And nothing matters
He was a happy child
Nobody really cared
Or more like nothing could stop him

He was strong
Though lips couldn't resist to stab him
He always did stand tall
Even though any figure matches him in their minds
I was strong
Always befriended with my own silhouette
I was considered
I walked waiting until he followed me

They thought I was alone
But only by myself I was able to stand
If I fell, where would my silhouette go?
I was strong
To hold all of the shame
All of the curse they put
So that I could live
So that my reflection could live
So that the world I created can be true

I held it all