Work, stress, pain,
Constantly in vain
Bottle up my emotions
Not let my eyes rain
Reach the expectations
That everyone wants achieved
Lock away all my feelings
Not ever being asked what I need
Put on a mask
So that no one can tell
Do all the tasks
Finish by the bell
People named me polar bear
My mood swings a lot
But no one really seems to care
What I carry in my pot
Shed tears of joy
Or break down in vain
Feel like Helen of Troy
Or fall down, slain
As confused as I am,
I have words to say
But they're held up by a dam
Waiting for that one day
I'm a storm of words,
Still at sea
But once I hit land,
I will no longer be me
I'll be my own little hurricane,
Spinning in the water
Holding up my rain,
Being the perfect little daughter
Someday she'll revealed,
Who was hiding under my skin
And everyone will finally yield,
Wondering, the whole time, where had she been?
