The Faceless Woman

She is the wild heart searching for her Other

She is the conditionally loved and cherished child

She is the lonely girl who coldly stares at another

She is the sequestered adolescent who beguiles

She is the woman who stays silent as they take from her

She is the loyal and apathetic friend

She is the hopelessly devoted and ambivalent Mother

She is the tentatively committed wife without end

She has become an amalgamation of what Others need her to be

And when she removes all her masks in the stillness of the night

There is a faceless woman, who is She?

For She had expected to see the faces of Others

But what She sees is herself staring back at me