They drained the last bit of hope
from an optimist
They made the smile disappear
from a happy girl
Their twisted words shattered
her confidence like a glass
To her, everyone looked the same...
Poor girl, she couldn't spot the wicked brains
But the smoke isn't gonna
bother her anymore...
Cuz.. finally, she learned to filter
the air and breathe
Now,
she knows that they only can talk...
She started to see herself in the stabber's point of view to understand her capacity
And our enemy indeed knows our capacity and what we can do more than us...
They are trying to make you blind so.. you won't know how capable you are...
Now, she grew tall
so they couldn't reach her eyes...