There is a woman,
Who probably knows you,
If you have ever crossed her path,
Gauranteed she's got a part of you stuffed,
Determined to never be a pack-rat,
She can throw away any materielistic nonsense,
At lightning speed,
With no regret.
She cuts ties,
Walks away,
Always sprinting towards whatever comes next,
The past calls her name, but she's only safe moving forward,
With each new challenge,
She hoards her emotions,
Works solid,
But it is a thin facade,
Born to be tough,
Born to save lives,
Born to be tough,
Born to save lives,
A new mantra for her,
A new place in life,
High intensity,
Overload,
The woman stuffs all the tragedy she's seen,
Way down to the bottom,
The atrocities of society,
Down a little further,
She takes the anxiety,
The worry of succeeding,
The panic of NOT succeeding,
And she stuffs it too,
Her family life suffers,
And she desperately looks for a way to unload,
Prays that she can stop stuffing it all down,
She's full and has no more room...
Then...
BOOM!
