I used to form myself with the clay of others

Building myself based of other people’s ideas

I was a baby, with society as my mother

Now I face the reality

If I go through life hiding behind a mask

I will be unable to see the path strung out for me

My chin held high so that the world underneath my feet can’t see if I cry

My confidence breaks the barrier between self-conscious and self-pride

With no filter to hide myself behind, people will know who I truly was when I die