My heart was broken, an infinite amount of times.

The sadness that was within it, weighed a ton.

I never understood the reason, but I had inferred that it was I who was the problem.

The fact that I existed, felt as if I was a thorn to those around me.

Although it was never spoken aloud, countless indirect actions made me aware of how unsought I was. 

That was until I heard their voice.

It might be nonsensical to say korean music saved me, but it did.

Their vocals helped bring my hopes up again.

I might sound moonstruck, and hysterical.

I’m just one in a million fans they tell me, it’s worthless to support such groups wholeheartedly.

Have they ever felt inspired by People of a different language before?

Those who say such things have never been at the bottom before, not knowing which path to be on.

I’ve realized that it was music that was indeed like a string, that connected the world. 

BTS showed me how music is a universal language.

Self love? I’ve never known of such a thing.

Self confidence? With a heart full of insecurity, confidence in such a way was a joke to me. 

Self respect? All of my life, I had put others above me. I never thought I 

They’ve shown me through their lyrics that all of that was possible.

It wasn’t as far as I thought it would be, and I wouldn’t be alone.

The world is vast and so there are People out there who have the same story to tell. 

Ask anyone, anywhere, anytime if I am not alone.

I know now that there's definitely someone out there like me.

Waves crash while rain falls.

I'll find my way to the answer, and the effort will be small.