Why do we feel strong,
By doing those things that are,
Meant to be masculine.
Is it because we were,
Oppressed too much,
That when we finally do those,
We feel powerful.
Or were men scared,
That we'd be too powerful,
If we did all what they could.
So they put a tag-masculine,
And prevented the women.

In search of ladybugs,
Cause my life is in shambles.
Lost the hope,
No energy to cope,
Down the *****,
I'm losing myself,
Daydreams are eating me,
Glued to phone,
I'm losing me.
My goals are leaving me,
And I'm tired of chasing them.
I forgot who I am,
I lost myself.
So let me pull the anchor,
Let me move faster,
So I'd get myself back.

The smell of home,
Has left my bedsheets already.
The color has faded,
They have become pale totally.
Maybe I shouldn't have washed them,
Or dried under the sun for too long.
But I use the same detergents as in home,
Wash them the same way like we do,
But I don't feel the same under these,
Like I used to in my dear lovely home.
I miss them again today,
I miss you my family even more.

It feels weird,
I try to collect happiness,
In minutes and keep a checklist,
So I do things that bring me joy.
I don’t feel myself,
When that checklist’s empty,
Am I turning more,
Into a human or robot,
When will things be fine,
When would things go back,
Into how they were.