A temper like her father,
A heart like her mother,
No wonder she struggles,
With all the emotions she juggles.
Words often lost, deep down,
A smile always covering her frown,
Feels too much yet too less,
Too little can she truly express.
Only in solitude does sorrow unfold,
She acts strong, she acts bold.
Underneath all that is her true self.
Maybe, she, too needs help?
This is for all the daughters who carry silent plea.💗

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