her eyes say it all.
she shrouds herself
with a mere blanket of disguise,
concealing her true self
while no one knows her real identity.
she shows the world a beautiful smile
but her eyes say it all.
she shrouds herself
with a mere blanket of disguise,
concealing her true self
while no one knows her real identity.
she shows the world a beautiful smile
but her eyes say it all.
while darkness engulfs the sky
she huddles in a corner of a room.
the only light to be shown
is the faint glow of the pale moon.
she takes a shaky breath
wrapping her arms around herself.
her eyes water,
tears threatening to fall.
her hands tremble
and her arms crawl with goosebumps
as she shrugs off the blanket she had worn for too long,
the one that transformed her into a whole new being.
she lets out her fears, shames, mistakes,
and dreams she deems as impossible engulf her.
she feels as if love is never by her side,
as if no one will support her.
her anxiety, apprehension, and afflictions surround and encase her
like a wall.
it diminishes her liveliness
slowly rotting and falling away
as she cries herself to sleep.
she huddles in a corner of a room.
the only light to be shown
is the faint glow of the pale moon.
she takes a shaky breath
wrapping her arms around herself.
her eyes water,
tears threatening to fall.
her hands tremble
and her arms crawl with goosebumps
as she shrugs off the blanket she had worn for too long,
the one that transformed her into a whole new being.
she lets out her fears, shames, mistakes,
and dreams she deems as impossible engulf her.
she feels as if love is never by her side,
as if no one will support her.
her anxiety, apprehension, and afflictions surround and encase her
like a wall.
it diminishes her liveliness
slowly rotting and falling away
as she cries herself to sleep.
as the sun climbs through the clouds of the sky,
she slowly pulls her blanket of disguise over her head once more
and leads yet another day with a fake identity.
her happiness.
her joyfulness.
her courage.
her smile.
all fabricated in her daily life
like a woven cloth,
where the hidden stitches mark her true story.
but her eyes say it all.
—p.m.r.
she slowly pulls her blanket of disguise over her head once more
and leads yet another day with a fake identity.
her happiness.
her joyfulness.
her courage.
her smile.
all fabricated in her daily life
like a woven cloth,
where the hidden stitches mark her true story.
but her eyes say it all.
—p.m.r.