Two Faces.

She has two faces.

One face that she shows the world, loved ones, and in public.

The smiling one. The happy, friendly, and talkative one. The confident one full of laughter and positivity. The face that everyone is used to.

The second face is the real face.

The one she tries not to show anyone. The face behind closed doors, when she’s alone away from the world, in the security of her own emotions that that she doesn’t want to show anyone else of have to explain them.

It’s exhausting trying to look happy and like nothing is bothering you.

The face that stares off at nothing or patterns on the floor of drapes. The that cries in the shower, in bed, car rides alone, cries sitting on the couch, or doing things around for house.

The sad face that stares back at her in the mirror and looks nothing like she used to be.

Well to her anyway. Others say she looks the same. The face that look strong to the people she knows, but is really just shards of broken glass inside.

Yes, the girl that was there for everyone, and strong for others….now split into two.

Two faces, one broken spirit.

She can’t bear the losses.

It feels like a chapter of a wonderful book closed never to be open again.

All she has are memories and visions in her head that she plays over and over.

Nothing is the same to her. She can’t cope with daily life. So she writes to help herself and she has her two faces.

The sad face is the face worth a thousand words underneath in the depths of complexity while the happy face full of laughter, love, positiveness and fun is a straight shooter.