Undaunted

She’s indecisive.

She’s the universe that can’t choose the right star.

She’s the moon, just needed in the dark times.

Who will be able to know her worth?

She’s pretentious.

She’s the silhouette, hides the true core.

She’s the sun, shines so bright makes you so blind.

Who will be able to really see her?

Then she shattered in pieces,

broken-down her defenses.

She learned what she was made of.

She finally had the answers.

Who will be able to know her worth?

It is she herself, must believe in herself.

Through her alone to let it know,

through her alone to let it show.

Who will be able to really see her?

It is she herself, to shine through her reflection,

by seeing beauty in madness, mess and destruction.