I'm a weakling
In hiding. 
Behind a stone cold face, 
Lie the shivering, weakened mind, 
Susceptible to the slightst touch, 
The slightest expression of warmth or affection.

I'm a weakling, 
In hiding. 
Behind a steely gaze, 
Hide the insecurities of my mind. 
The softness of my heart, 
Struggling to bubble up 
And appear to the world in form of
Round, dewy tears. 
Behind the chilly smile, 
There's the constant battle raging within
Of the weakling and the facade of strength. 

Published by Sohini Dutta