On a particular day,
The sun may be setting,
And my own world is shadowing
Shadowing my little soul
Slowly crippling my only hope

I can feel the wind blows
Chilling me deep down beneath
Shattering my confidence and strength
I know it is coming,
When the real world is closing,
I hear nothing and see nothing,
Except my sweat and my heavy breathing.

The wind blows again,
Blowing away my only hope,
Sending another tremor through my spine,
It’s getting darker and colder now,
Forcing me to hug myself harder,
Holding myself up, unwilling to be battered,
Yet I am losing my senses and I fear my presence
Again I doubted my own courage and strength
Ever to protect myself then or now
To warn me of danger
To ever keep myself sound and safe.

I hate my weak-self, being so lonely and lost,
Feeling so trapped with this pain inside
I struggled hard to set myself free
From this hurt inflicted in the past
I longed to be free from these hatred and imaginary fear
I really wish I never had to hide, bearing this shame and guilt
I wish I could face and tell the world loud
How I never wish to be ripped off my confidence, dignity and pride.