Al though I am young,
easily prone to fear and loneliness,
I am always hopeful,
of life and future.
Day by day, season by season,
my innocence sheds away like autumn leaves,
And life finally reveal its dark faces,
faces that scars me with coldness.
I do not like the scars,
but I remind myself,
they have helped me to grow,
they have made me stronger.
Each time I falter as I walk,
I experience fear and I experience doubt.
As painful as it is,
I rise from each journey, still hopeful.
Like a Phoenix that grows after it dies,
I will grow back,
No matter how difficult living is,
I will not give up.
