
Each time I’m wounded
There has always been a tendency
To shut myself in
But a covered plant
Cannot blossom
Even if it does
What healthy growth could that be?
That’s why I keep shining, I keep smiling
Even when it’s difficult dilating my lips
That’s why I keep doing good
Even when I’m paid ingratitude in return
See the many things I would have missed
Had I stopped in the middle of the road
And given up on being me
That is how I met you
Many others I look forward to meeting
Who crave for connection with real people
Who are just themselves
No filters
