she is a magician,
showing only small parts of her act at one time,
she gives people only small glimpses of herself,
she is the magician and the entertainment.
out of love,
confused in the head,
right in the mind.
this is a girl with more than two faces,
with more than two people,
yet she cannot stop feeling so damn alone,
she’s never been sure how to stop the changing.
she cannot show her whole self to anyone,
afraid of rejection or of fear or of pity,
there is no universe where ripping open your ribcage to expose your heart,
could ever end up well.
no one in her life knows her,
they know select bits and pieces,
the easy-to-swallow snippets,
the publicly presentable memories.
how tiring it is to always be keeping yourself,
hidden behind a mask,
always so fearful for anyone to see more than one side of you,
what a shame.