So what if she stays awake the longest at night,
Juggling babies and midnight meeting invites.
She still wakes before the rest, brewing your morning tea—
Because, of course, she is the ideal woman.

So what if she’s just as talented as you, if not more,
If she shines at work, unmatched in her score.
Yet, her greatest priority now is being a Mom and Wife—
Because, of course, she is the ideal woman.

So what if she was raised to dream without limits,
Taught to stand strong and tall.
Yet now, she waits for approval for even the smallest things—
Because, of course, she is the ideal woman.

So what if she set aside her dreams for yours,
Gave up herself just to fit into your world.
She did it like she was meant to, just like everyone before her—
Because, of course, she is the ideal woman.

So what if the world never truly saw her,
Only weighed her down with more and more.
The way she smiles today—tears glistening in her eyes—
Perhaps she doesn’t want to be the ideal woman, after all.