Mom, now are you proud of me?
You said I shall never cry, as it is for the weak.
So the tears in my eyes, I no longer carry.
For my eyes are dead by the weight of unshed sorrows.
My heart is cold, and there's nowhere I can follow.
As you told me, my grades should never drop.
So I did that, to not be the centre of your wrath.
But now Mom, the sleep in my eyes I no longer carry.
But fear not, for I am still vouching for your approval.
The sorrows in my...