I play the victim. I play the small. I build a floor so I never fall.
If I am "weak," they leave me be. The cage is safe. The cage is free.
I hide my fire. I dim my light. I win the war without a fight.
Let them believe I’m made of glass. It’s the only way to let them pass.
Behind the "helpless" look in my eyes, is a queen in waiting in a clever disguise.
— Dhruvika Arora
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 2:07 AM UTC
I play the victim. I play the small. I build a floor so I never fall.
If I am "weak," they leave me be. The cage is safe. The cage is free.
I hide my fire. I dim my light. I win the war without a fight.
Let them believe I’m made of glass. It’s the only way to let them pass.
Behind the "helpless" look in my eyes, is a queen in waiting in a clever disguise.
— Dhruvika Arora
They think they see me. They think I'm easy to read. But the 'weakness' is just the armor I wear to keep my fire safe. From my heart. Dhruvika"