Every morning she wakes up
Knowing inside she is secretly dying,
Should she turn to god and a world of perfect faces?
Or should she turn to her parents and risk
Shame on their faces,
Yet she goes on,
She plasters a smile on her face, a song on her voice.
Her heart full of fear,
Her eyes full of tears,
And yet she goes on
She falls to the floor when no one is looking.
Stands up tall when they are,
Everyday she hides her sickness,
Afraid of what to do,
Afraid of what they would do,
Everyday.
