I have grown to fear my shadow
I have aged to hate my own skin
I have rose to frown at my height
I have dreamed to be a lady

I grew and built myself a cage
Walls, made up of others' standards
Chains, made of insecurities
Locks, made of their sick flattery

Then you came, my dear Isabelle
Along with your beauty that runs deep
Heels that echoes your confidence
Unapologetic, loving

You are but imagination
Carefully laid out words, letters
And yet you are more real to me
For you have become my savior

With your whip, my walls crumbled down
With your voice, the chains rattled-broke
With your...