THIS IS HOW I HOLD MYSELF 

The world doesn’t have the power to hold thy,

Their only wishful thinking is to see you fall,

Fall to the hardest core,

On the beautiful side of never return,

The beauty of your fall.

 

The world doesn’t have the power to hold thy,

When the one praises thee at thy front,

They mock thy art thee back,

That’s humane,

That’s life,

The earliest you accept, the earliest you’d be a success.

 

The world doesn’t have the power to hold thy,

Then the world beautifies you,

They adorn thy,

In thee frontest,

And kills thee at thy back,

You feel it, till thee feels unbearable

Till they feel like strangling.

 

The world doesn’t have the power to hold thy,

You have the power to change the world,

Let them see that they hath failed,

That thy success shall elevate thou,

And all they can do is blab,

Blab the mouth till they die,

Yet, the only power you have,

Smallest as it is,

Is how you hold yourself,

The beauty you adorn in yourself.