Skin of paper,
Bone of glass.
I will live,
I will not pass.
Frail as if age,
Had sought after me,
I may be fragile,
But timid I refuse to be.
I’m not scared of pain,
And I’m not scared of death.
There are things much worse,
Than breathing your last breath.
For all I live,
I will not hide,
Doctors won’t keep me,
Locked inside.
I may be frail,
I may be weak.

But I’ll live my life to its fullest,
For it’s the only destiny I seek.