A smile is embarrassing from me.
It's a summary of their ineptitude.

My hand always hovering in its front.
It's instinctive, automatic- but it stopped.

It's not any less bad, I know not the reason.
I know though, it is your fault.

The ones that replaced my parents would oft remind me of how strong Eva needed to be. Independent.
With that hand in front of my smile, I managed.

Just as that hand is gone though, so is my independency.

Without my shield I feel more vulnerable.
Without my shield... I feel happier.

With you I am happy.