The delicate nature of a flower
The gentleness of a sheep
The submissive woman in power
All qualities i seek to keep
However in my thoughts, i seem to act
The roaring of a lion
The scratching of a cat
Spitting of the cobra
I long for the softness from within
Without exhibiting undue calmness
The struggle and growl invades me
And leaving me with a sad face
And certainly i will return from that place
Without which i will fall deep into my fears
I must therefore keep watch and take care
For the trouble within refuses to go beneath
Bebaibee
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