I do not feed my anxiety
It feeds me in daily
I’ve grown up in between this world and society
endure the sore that fulfills my blood vessel and also the agony

Thus,
what type of human do I become?

I am  
Brave as waves
Firm as gravitation
Delicate as  dandelion
Bright as stars between planets
Idyllic as messy nebula
Free as wind
Beautiful as roses
Amused as a baby
Loved as a Queen

And lie as proses above