Like a hardcover protecting the universe written on paper,
like a Mother who protects her child,
like the leaves on a tree protecting the birds,
like the clouds that shields the beauty of the sun from us,
I protect myself with words.
I protect with all the knowledge I've got,
I shield myself from the world,
afraid of the judgment and comments of others.
Yet I am still beautiful
like an enclosed seashell floating through the sea.
I have a shell to protect me
made out of words and knowledge.