All the pillars have crumbled,
Words deciphering my identity
Conspicuous, yet tragic
Making me think, am I worthy?
The soul purpose of dancing,
Buckled in bars
Brewing what they think
More than what you think
Forgetting the what am I,
After thinking of what do they
Invalidating what you feel
For what others think as burden.
Do not let your voice shrink,
Echos are small, they are not yours
Speak your voice,
You have one to show.
