Facade

A humble attempt at capturing what really goes on inside an adolescent mind.

No one knows the real her,

She dwells in places unknown.

Seemingly soft spoken and sweet,

Seemingly gentle and well behaved.

Polite, gullible, even quite naïve,

Living in harmony.

Chivalrous and gentlemanly,

She's grateful to everyone.

And that is what they all think.

Each of them, every one.

They think that's who she is.

But that's just her façade.

No one knows the real her.

No one knows the first thing

About battles inside of her.

The turmoil in the darkest, deepest

Corners of her heart and brain:

The frenzy ripped free,

Corroding away her senses,

She embarks on passionate journeys

And has vibrant love affairs

With herself and with the world.

She deals with inner demons

Reigning in her adolescent soul.

Her heart awaits emancipation,

Awaits freedom galore.

Music fills her heart:

She's bold and strong and young

And no one sees her for she is,

No one at all.

She's fighting every day of her life,

Battling all those cons,

And deep down somewhere

She's hoping she can make it out alive.

Like fingers on a piano,

She floats

On the edge of reality

In a realm between truth and lies

Where nothing ever really matters.

Like violin strings

She's beautiful.

And that's what she believes.

And in that made up world,

where she dwells,,

She's the queen,

She's the king,

And the rich,

And the poor.

She's the heart and the soul,

She's the reason they exist.

But oh! The world!

The reckless world!

That's not what they see.

They see a shy and quiet girl

Living in harmony.

Author's Note

Honesty is the Best Policy