That's what I think.
That I can do anything now that I'm stronger.
That I've built up better walls.
Understand that the truth could be a lie.
That I know never to trust until I am very certain.
And never to be naive as a child.
Do you know what it's like, having this feeling.
Having to be guarded all the time.
Filling up all your free hours with work, dance, music.
So there's no room for your heart or head to wonder.
Sometimes, it makes you feel tiny.
Like the smallest person in the world.
With the largest boulder of responsibility on your shoulder.
But sometimes, it makes you feel amazing.
There's no guy out there who can hurt you.
Because you've come out a fighter, stronger than before.
And all it takes,
to tear down all those walls you've struggled to build back,
the smash through your defenses like cotton,
to force your head into the drowning waters of insecurity.
Is just this one picture.
His head slightly tilted towards the camera.
His yellow shirt stark against the white buildings.
His green bag hanging low upon his hips.
His eyes, just looking.
Staring as if he could see into your soul.
That's when you know.
You can try and convince yourself you're all better.
You can try and make your body feel like nothing's missing.
You can try and tell your head that you've got things to do.
Day in, day out, no breaks in between.
But the one thing you cannot fool.
Is your own heart.
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