the cage
a/n: a poem for my love. happy belated seventeenth, noor, ily!
a practiced smile graces
her face, like the perfect outfit
as she greets the guests
in the dining hall.
a part to play,
and a mask to hold
(her true colors stay in a cage.)
/
(she is stone-faced,
the perfect pureblood.
but she is a shard of ice,
and she should be careful
not to break.)
/
everything is written out
for her, like concrete.
her life paved out,
her future written on the pages.
/
stereotypes were thrown at her
left and right,
but nobody knew what was
deep in her heart.
because if they did,
they'd know that she wants
to erase it all.
/
she feels she has
no choice, and she has to do
what she needs
to be accepted
(not to be happy)
/
she wishes she could
leap into the darkness that
surrounds the unknown,
but she can't. and
she despises herself for it.
/
one day,
she will break the line.
one day, she will
do what she wants.
she keeps telling herself that
over and over and over.
(but it never happens)
and she knows it,
but she still keeps a
sliver of hope
by her bedside.
/
will her true colors ever
be released
from the cage?
/
eventually, darling, they are.
/
the sliver of hope
comes in a girl,
with cherry lipstick,
and silky hair.
one who defies
the stereotypes
and gets to know her
for her.
/
it took her a while
to realize that
this girl loves her,
and she begins to gain memories
as blissful as a sunset.
(over time she believes that,
maybe she won't break.)