You may see her as confident and certain,
But what you don't see lies behind the curtain:
A once timid girl, even for her age,
Now pushing each day with feigned courage;
She cried daily, her friends around,
Now she cries in the background;
Fewer worries back then,
Now they plague again.
She's not as meek,
But she is weak.
And yet the curtain stays here, strong and steady,
Knowing that what hides has been there already.
September 25th, 2023
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𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬
Poetry"There are other sorts of speaking that I tend to seek, Since all the feelings are entrapped inside my heart: I rip this bleak chest open and its blood begins to leak Then draw you a castle of roses and to you this gift impart." - an excerpt from "M...
