Faces at Midnight

How many faces do you have?

Is it one, two, or maybe more?

So many characters it’s hard to tell them apart, but there’s a piece of you in all of them.

It’s like your personality has been split into categories.

Like stepping into a library, unsure of what is fact, fiction, or fantasy.

I think I figured it out and it shut you down, because you know I know your secret.

Did you think I would just walk away?

It’s not in my nature, I’m a fighter you know.

I’ve forgiven your past.

I watch as you wash away the darkness that she stained you with.

Yet, sometimes it still makes me feel vulnerable and insecure.

I’m not as blind as you may think.

And I’m not as weak as I may appear.

It takes a lot of courage and strength to be me.

Forgiving, transparent, compassionate and real.