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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