Grown ups

Oh I have grown into, what they call a fine woman. Watering a flower, from my tears, hiding my ugly past, keeping secret my fears. Oh I have grown into, what they call a brave woman. I mute my screams, and carry a pretty smile, I am an inspiration, but my heart so fragile. Oh I don't know, what have I become. I cry, but don't know why, filling this emptiness, with decorated lies. I try to escape, but I am stuck, trying to fit in any shape, and still it's called luck. Oh I have grown into, what my past calls a nightmare. Feeling broken at every step, layer after layer after layer...