Who am I?
I used to be that girl
With the helmet covering her reddish brown hair
The sensitive tomboy
That's who I was
I suppose that finally I succumbed to it all
The pressure to be more femine, pretty and nice
The pressure my mother put on me
My father is happy, though
That my mother and I are finally getting along
I want to make him happy, and my mother
But, still, I miss her
That sensitive tomboy that's still inside of me