There’s the face I show others and the face I keep hidden.  

  

One face is strong.  

Independent.  

Unafraid.  

A lie.  

  

The other face is weak.  

Timid.  

Worthless.  

Truth.  

  

One face laughs and jokes while the other looks into a mirror with tears in its eyes.  

  

I wash away the face of the day and slowly see the face of the night.  

The optimism turns to anxiety.  

The boldness to pain.  

The eyes that smiled now cry without provocation.  

The ears that heard laughter now only replay it mockingly.  

The walls built to block out the pain now fall and command me to break.  

   And I do.