They looked at you with discerning eyes
Your mystery is hidden by your shadows
Faint smile appears on your lips
But alast it is the show off that you have masterpieced
They may see a woman
But never a mother nor a friend
Unknown to them are your battles
Neither they think about your sacrifices
Nor how you cheered with your triumphs and cried for your losses
They may see finesse
But the truth is, you are a prowess
You stood through many storms
Your tenacity, they know less
You showed pure meekness and never the tigress
They will never hear your eloquence
Because you speak their language
Neither are they aware of your flairs
Spill the beans? You'll never dare
Rejection, that's always your fear
They may see you laugh
But the darkness witnessed your sobs
And the silence, hears your unspoken sorrows
Your dissappointments and your rants
All written on the wet pages of your diaries
Who you truly are?
You are as a whole an enigma
Enchanting them with your charisma
You are in any way existent
But by all means, to the world a silhouette....