I am afraid, afraid of who I will be,
afraid of what they might see.
The judges, those that always watch me.
They will behead me on social media.
I will be nude and read like the encyclopedia.
My heart will be the same just like poor old Dalia.
The Dalia that lost her husband and son to the wolves.
The ones that watch, they are not true but fools.
Words like an iron rod for stools.
They do not observe the actual story.
See my cinema is open they can view and not worry.
The truth is never told but I will find glory.