Poem: Double-Faced

Double-faced.

For you,

that’s all I am

now.

You see

omens of betrayal

in a cheery hello

hear

undertones of scorn

in the most carefree of laughs

call

every word of mine

sugar-coated poison

and proclaim to the world

that I’m not what they see;

“She has two faces!”

when

you have never seen my face

drenched in despair,

reddening

in the middle of a rant,

Arctic-frigid

or torrid as the tropics,

or even lost in a daydream

when

you don’t even know

that I have a million faces.

Double-faced.

For me,

that’s all you are

now.