Head High.

I am eighteen now, and still scared.

I haven't always been a scared person, life somehow made me that way at some point.
Over the summer I learnt to fight back.

I am still scared, but you don't know.
Because I have my head held high.

And mark my words, with the willpower and confidence that I've gained, one day I won't be afraid.

-Sequel of: Pieces of Me.