I wield my power each day,
To hold back my tears; craftless laughter,
Reigning in my implicit trust in humans,

Put on this face, that i don't know
But i know i look invincible in it;

I look into my eyes in the mirror and
See what i truly am, brimming and shining
And waiting to be

But instead, i cover them deep, with Kohl...
And hide the demure innocence,
Behind the bold black hues of
Who i am trying painstakingly to be

And stride confidently towards
One more day of not being
What i only wanted to be...

Amrita Singh