Everyone thinks it is easy to be me,
They cant really actually see,
That I live behind a mask,
Full of shameful tasks,
I am scared an feel alone,
I still mourn,
When I lose someone close dies,
Everyone else cries,
You can see it through my eyes,
That I hold in all my sighs,
Til this day I am like all native girls,
Whose life is all in swirls,
That will all change in 9 months of my life!
