I used to look like someone else,
My blond hair and chocolate eyes,
Resembled something I can't define,
I think I forgot how to cry.
I miss the days when school was my life,
Where I wasn’t stressed about marriage, college, the like,
I fear I’m living in fright.
The mission is so open,
There are roads that I can pave,
It’s like there are too many opportunities and I don’t feel sane.
Stuck in my own mind,
In its waves and swirls,
Like I'm locked in an iron jail,
And they forgot I am just a little girl.