At least I never wore a mask,
To hide the truth I dare not ask,
At least I walked a path so plain,
With every tear, with every pain.

At least my mind may stumble, slow,
But never cheats to steal a glow,
At least my heart, though bruised and torn,
Is never dark, is never worn.

At least I keep my secrets locked,
Where no one sees the dreams I’ve dropped,
At least I’ve learned to hold my pride,
Even when I’ve nowhere to hide.

At least I’m weak, but not a thief,
Not stealing joy or breaking belief,
At least I fight with all I’ve got,
Even when the world forgets my thought.

So here I stand, just as I am,
A soul not perfect, yet not ******,
At least I carry what is true,
Even when the world forgets me too.