Behind The Shell Of A Turtle Poem by zheung kyuhkoh

why do we need to hide,
all the pain and sorrow inside?
are we as numb as plants,
or we're just pretending to be one?

we stand up alone,
and found a way on our own.
trying to reach the star of our goal,
while doing our own role.

they say we're strong outside,
yet so weak inside.
why do we pretend so hard?
and acting so awkward?

we are called strangers,
for we are hiding all our anger.
we are a good avenger,
for we're such a pretender.