She has the poise of a waterfall but tact of a child
She holds it together when it's hard to smile
She cries in the night, doesn't clean up too well
But she stands like a soldier with stories to tell.
Her tear streaks have worn jagged scars in her face
She got out of line, but now she knows her place
She's easy distracted but hard pressed to balk
She knows who she is but she acts who she's not.
She's finding the balance that lies in between
The things that she knows and who she wants to be
You don't understand her, there's no way you see
She's a great work in progress, still learning to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a great piece you have! Keep up the great work ~.~