Behind the veil
There is real me
Timid, bewildered, fragile, sad and deprived
No, how could that be?
I am a very strong person
How can I be vulnerable?
Then who is she, wrapped in her own arms
Securing something so intangible
Stealing eye contact and giving fake smile
Trying so hard to pretend as if happy
Yet her dried-up tears shine in her eyes
Her perplexity ruffles her calmness
Her mistrust vibrates her body
Who is she?
Perhaps, the distorted me,
Tied in shackles of mental trash
Thrown over by the inferior world around
Free her, free me
Untangle her, untangle me
Unveil her, unveil me