I'm two very different women, Shallow and Deep.
Shallow pretends Deep doesn't exist.
She wishes she could be her true self. Without Deep locked up inside, straining for truth.
Shallow lives red lips and pretty heels, and material motivations.
She says the right things, and knows all the rules.
She pays attention to societal regulations, that would shame Deep.
She wins at people-pleasing.
Shallow counts the number of dates and almonds she eats, and the particles on her skin.
She trims her hair at the start of the lunar month and covers up to her audience's desires.

Deep is a whole other woman.
Held captive by Shallow, so as not to disrupt her beautiful surface life.
Deep would cause chaos if let out.
She'd ruin family relationships.
She'd destroy privilege.
Shallow knows Deep has no place in this life.
She'd leave them free, but stranded.
No where to go, no one to love.

And so they both live on: Shallow on the surface, Deep buried inside.
Until one day, perhaps...