am i a wild flower?

Lately, I've been thinking that maybe I am like a wild flower.

I remember this one song that Bong (one of the data guys) sang in our videoke marathon just weeks ago on our outing (TSG Summer Outing at Royal Palm Resort, Laguna, May 4-5, 2007) - Wild Flower by Skylark.  Please  see lyrics below:

She's faced the hardest times you could imagine
And many times her eyes fought back the tears
And when her youthful world was about to fall in
Each time her slender shoulders
bore the weight of all her fears
And a sorrow no one hears
still rings in midnight silence in her ears

Let her cry, for she's a lady
Let her dream, for she's a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a free and gentle flower growing wild

And if by chance I should hold her
Let me hold her for the time
But if allowed just one possession
I would pick her from the garden to be mine.

Be careful how you touch her for she'll awaken
And sleep's the only freedom that she knows
And when you walk into her eyes you won't believe
The way she's always paying
for debts she never owes
And a silent wind still blows
that only she can hear and so she goes

Let her cry, for she's a lady
Let her dream, for she's a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a free and gentle flower growing wild

As he was singing his hearts out on this song, I whispered to him that, "I am a wild flower…," then a tear fell out of my eye. He didn't noticed that but I was crying inside each time the words on the song seems to struck me from somewhere inside.

They didn't noticed that behind my cheerful glee, I was breaking inside. I was shattering like a glass window.  I know most of the people would see me smiling, and quite a few would realize what I really feel deep down. 

Maybe i am like a wild flower but it seems like no one would  really care.