She is
Dear Me,
Every morning, she puts on a mask
The mask society wants to see
The person people want her to be
Day in and day out
They don’t know what's inside
The person she’s done so well to hide
She is strong
She is beautiful
She is fierce
She laughs
She smiles
She gleems
But as night falls,
She makes her way to her bed
The way people will react to the real her, roams her head
She is torn
She is scared
She is dejected
She trembles
She drowns
She glooms
Goes to bed,
Sorrow in her eyes
No one knows the truth that lies
Wakes up again and puts on the mask
Looks in the mirror and hates what she sees
Stuck in a body, she’s too afraid to flee
So again she is strong
She is beautiful
She is fierce
But in reality, she is torn
She is scared
She is dejected
But one day she will try
In hopes to get the courage
To let her true self come out and flourish
But as of now, will continue to live in this state
The person she knows she is remains concealed
It’s just a matter of time until her true self is revealed
Sincerely, Yours.
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