her second face

She tries to carry herself strong in front of others but deep down she’s broken,
She smiles the brightest but there isn’t a single light in her, not even the slightest,
She’s changed from her outspoken self to now being soft-spoken,
And at this point, her life just passes in a blur.

She used to be the happiest person, even on the inside,
She used to feel the love from those she truly did love, 
But, now she feels that she has no one by her side,
She doesn’t know if she can even rise above.

She believed that finally, she had a sense of belonging, 
That for the ones she loved, she would do anything, 
But now, she finds herself eternally falling,
From her flower field, she’s been picked from her stem.

She thought that at the end of the day, they’ll be with her forever,
She thought that she found those who truly cared for her,
She thought no matter what, they would always be with her,
But she thought wrong.

She finally knew what people mean when they say you shouldn’t let your walls down,
She finally understood why she was so reserved in the first place,
It’s because there is no certainty on how long anyone will stay around,
So now, once again, she needs to put on that rusty mask she never thought she'd use again: her second face.

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Ananya

(She/Her)

Ananya is a kind-hearted writer who wants to share her thoughts with the world in the hopes that they might speak to someone or help them understand themselves a little bit better.