I drown when things don’t go my way,
that’s the way I pretend I am okay.
With the trees falling in front of me that I planted,
I shatter, I collapse and abide, with the dilemmas every day.
That when I realise that flowers that I grow can get broken,
with time things change and it’s realistic.
Stopped telling the stories that I suffered,
I get silent like the snow in the winters.
I drown before I show them the destruction,
I come back pretending my life is normal.