Two-Faced Girl

A line divides her lovely face
Not scar, nor burn, nor stroke, nor race
But batt'ling foes that continuously quarrel
For reign o'er the face of the two-faced girl

On the plane where sun first casts its glow
Dwells the kindly expression that all doth know
Un-plagued by prejudice and fear
This hate less naïveté has ruled many a year
And on the setting horizon comes
The stifled angst of this tainted one
Wishing the world would hear its cries
Her dark side seeks pity through jaded eyes

Each day, 'tis a struggle to remain the same
For fear of shouldering new concealed pains
Yet wanting the world to see her true self
She stresses o'er which side ought to be shelved

As goodness is tiring for the grey soul
The eternal battle within the heart-coal
A dying ember in this predatory world
She contains not the strength to retrieve a mask hurled

So the line remains, a shimmering mark
Begun not too long ago from a passionate spark
Of hidden identity that yearned to be known
And within, thusly, a conflict was sown

-----by Lia

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