Two-faced

by Anita

Sep 27, 2023

Yes, I am two-faced, a secret I hold,

A tale of duality, a story untold.

One face I present to the world outside,

Confident and carefree, the other I hide.

 

I wear a mask, I’m ashamed to admit,

Concealing the battles within that won’t quit.

With a smile on my lips, I say I’m okay,

Reassuring others, casting worries away.

 

 

But beneath this facade, there lies a truth,

A hidden face where vulnerabilities take root.

Behind closed doors, in moments of despair,

I let my guard down, the real me laid bare.

 

Scared and worried, with uncertainty’s sway,

Clueless and blue, lost in disarray.

I wrestle with fears, a torrent inside,

But this face, my vulnerability, I will hide.

 

For I’ve learned to protect, to shield my pain,

To bear the burden and weather the strain.

It’s not that I’m dishonest or want to deceive,

But to keep my struggles hidden, a choice I perceive.

 

I don’t show this face to just anyone’s sight,

Only to those who can fathom the fight.

To those who lend an empathetic ear,

Who hold my vulnerabilities close and dear.

 

In this journey of life, we wear many masks,

To navigate the complexities, perform different tasks.

Yet within this duality, a strength prevails,

Embracing our uniqueness as life unveils.

 

Let us not judge the faces we wear,

For within each, a story we bear.

In unity, let’s embrace the multifaceted hue,

And cherish the moments when vulnerability shines through.

 

So yes, I am two-faced, I admit it’s true,

But it’s a reflection of the complexities we all pursue.

So I put on a face for the world to see

The confident, carefree face that says do not worry about me.

<h4>Anita</h4>

Anita

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I am no writer or poet. I used to be able to write anything when I was young, but as I grew older, I seem to have lost that ability. But sometimes, I need to try to capture those fleeting moments of inspiration that I have. This is one of them. I'm not sure what it is about these moments, but they always seem to come when I least expect them. It's usually late at night, forgotten by morning. Inspiration is a fickle thing. It comes and goes as it pleases. And if you're not careful, it will slip away from you before you even have a chance to capture it.

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