Raised to win, raised to blossom in any season,
But somehow, the one who won is not me,
Maybe I am doing something wrong,
Maybe I am not trying hard enough,
Self doubt fills me when I am alone,
The medals sit heavy in my hand,
but they don't feel like mine...
Shine brighter, never show your battles,
that's what I've been told,
but battles could wreak havoc, don't you see?
Mother, I've tried to be your daughter,
toughest, smartest, bravest...
But she is withering like an old flower,
tired to face the sun,
She is not scared of storms anymore,
she has embraced them, like they were part of her all along,
She lives in a castle with walls so high no one can climb,
That cheerful, confident girl is pretending,
I'm sorry mother I was not supposed to say it but I am dying...
won't you hold her once and tell her that it's okay to cry?...