I’d like to say I have nothing to hide,

That everything I am is revealed on the outside.

The only place I am completely me, inside and out,

Is when I’m in Vietnam, where my family and I run and shout.

I love that they make me adventurous and funny,

That they make me smile and laugh, even though life’s not always sunny.

I love how humble and loving they are,

How they show their love for me, no matter how far.

But when I come back to the States to continue to learn,

The curtain is raised again, stubborn and stern.

I promise myself every year that I’d stay myself, no matter where I am,

But I find the wall doesn’t budge, despite the harder I ram.

It’s not like I am a completely different person when the atmosphere changes,

It’s just that my personality intensity ranges.

I am more passionate and full of life when I am with my family,

As for when I am in America, I don’t show myself as readily.

I don’t know why, it’s still a mystery to me,

I guess it’s not the place, but the company.