it’s just a facade,
a perfectly practiced one.
her bones are made of stone
but her heart’s made of glass.

the daylight was her stage
where she puts on a show,
a feigned sickening smile
was her best act so far.

every evening was the encore
where she’s hunted by
her cloaked emotions;
anger, hurt, and pain.

she weeps,
she bleeds,
she breaks,
she is human, after all.