I have a confession to make.

I am not who they portrayed;

Beneath the “steel” exterior

Lies a child who afraid of breaking barriers

Always hide behind the curtain

Because I’m afraid I’ll be abandoned.

I have a confession to make.

I am not who my mother portrayed;

Beneath the “strong” appearance,

Lies a child who wants her acceptance.

Always strive to gain her praise,

But then give up in midway.

I have a confession to make.

I am not who I portrayed;

Beneath the usual smile,

Lies a frighten child.

Always pretend to brave,

But it’s your care that I crave.