The world halted in its fear,
It trembled and shook.
It silenced itself and hid.

But the giant noticed nothing,
       saw nothing,
                heard nothing,
                                  
                                    It just wanted a friend.

They ran and hid in fear,
But for one soul.
He didn't run, no he stood his ground.
      
                         And the world is all the better for it.

If the world was nicer
I would've been happier.
    
     But I surely would've died sooner.

The world has never been nice
And it has never been kind

And I must thank it for that,
For being constant in my life.

He'd come back changed
    One might say he was broken
                                         He knew better
True he had his scars
                 And they covered him quite well
And perhaps he wasn't completely whole

But he was not broken

                              His scars were proof of that.

Oh memories from so long ago,
Oh how they pained him so!
If only he'd had more courage,
If only he'd cared more,
But alas, he did not
And now what's done is done

Today I am dreaming.
I dream of a world where I am free to be me.
Where everyone knows who I am.
Where my secret is not a secret.

Yesterday I was running.
Running away from all of this.
Running towards a future bright and gleaming.
Where I didn't have to hide.

Tomorrow I will be living in that future.
No secrets to eat me up.
No lies or fake smiles.
Just me.