She wears her peace like a cloak,

Shrouded within, she goes throughout her day.

Dutiful daughter, loving acquaintance.

Her truest friend, the miseries she hides.

As night nears the facade crumbs.

Would you love her if you knew?

If you knew the lengths to which she goes to be everything to everyone?

Night brings relief,

The tender consolation of a rest well earned.

A round of applause for an Oscar worthy performance

The performance of a lifetime, repeated daily.

Retreat

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