Him

Used to live inside a room

With no capacity to bloom

Scared to face reality

Ignoring his true face and beauty

The door was always open

But he preferred staying inside

Scared to see his happiness stolen

Killing the breath of every desire

Finally he decided to leave

Avoiding his own grief

His eyes married the darkness

Couldn't hide his true face

Crossing the door was his first step

The first time he felt like himself

Struggling for years, asking for help

Finally he will be happy in his shelf

Nothing on the list of his needs

Except support and time to proceed

The first second out of prison

Already able to see the horizon

Comfortable in his own skin

Not wearing a mask anymore

Happy with people around him

Giving him the feeling that he's gonna win

Many questions may be asked

A lot of whispers could be made

But whatever happens

He will always be him