You wouldn't believe me
even if I told the truth.
You wouldn't see a darkness
in my soul which you have
painted as light, as pure.
My role is that of an
innocent woman,
that of one with mild
tendencies,
that of one with
of stinging words,
and deliberate opinions.
No one ever sees
how dark I am.
They see the flux of
light that I have to offer.
They don't know the secrets
which I keep.
I'm too kind, I'm too simple,
I'm too sweet, but that's my
stellar performance on stage.
It's where I take my blossoming
breaths, where I indulge
myself in act one,
enabling myself a
break before act two
and before
the grand finale.
It never ends, for the
dramatic monologue
is of a continuous cycle of both
expectations and mildness that
I uphold.
Darkness. It's there.
You just don't see it.
No one sees it with
people like us.
The most innocent hide
the most complex secrets,
The most innocent hide
the darkest secrets, but
no one sees them until it's
too late.