I don't dream of guys saving me
I can save my own life
I don't want anyone helping me
I can help and rescue myself
I don't need anyone helping me in my bags
I am strong enough to do it
I don't need help on washing my clothes
I am stabilized enough to do it
A prince from a fairytale will come in my life
I know that, And I'll feel honor
But I can fight dragons, I can fight strife
I can wear a knight's shining armor
Why does people always help me?
I can stand in my own feet...
I'm independent, can you see?
I can follow life and it's beat
I don't want help for it kills me
I don't want the tears I just wept
But then I need to release the feelings I see...
The need to release the feelings I kept...
This poem is about a girl -- of course -- that thinks that being so dependent to boys is similar to death. She insists that she can do anything on her own. She still believes in Prince Charming and stuff like that, but she doesn't want that man helping her so much like she's still a kid, because "she can protect herself". But she realize that if she wanted to relieve herself of the past sadness she experience, she had to trust somebody into it.
I know, the first two stanzas are pretty OFF.