They do start from one thing
A question, a word, a misunderstanding
At first they go over your head
Compressed so no one tears shed
  They grow bigger and bigger
   It seems they will not grow smaller
    Fears start to arise
     They are for sure not on your side
      But I'm not a enslaved to fear
       A doubt won't make me shed a tear
         I know one who made this be
          You know his name maybe
            I might not be ok inside
             But he walks by my side
               So I'm not a enslaved to this fear, this doubt, this age
                 Their words cannot put me in a cage
                    They cannot make me thing bad about myself
                       I only believe one person's opinion and
                          its is myselfs