By Sarah Rana


Unfamiliar and strung along.

Alone, you are dwindling.

And yet,

you face the world,

head held high.


You’re right there,

but no one sees you.

Hidden and abandoned.


Nothing is clear.

You are plummeting.

Your heart falls,

but so effortlessly you soar.


You let your façade win every time.

No one is real anymore.

Not even you.