Post by admin this. on Nov 18, 2008 22:23:19 GMT -5
Happy places and smiling faces. But are they all true? Or are they just a façade, making it seem like they're happy? I wear a mask that I hide behind. It's a mask just like those people wear, but I have to say that they are more skilled than I. I let my true feelings seep through the cracks at times. I have to learn how they do it, how they can be perfect on the outside and hurt within. They are artists in my mind, shaping and molding the clay they call their lives until it's perfect. Perfect in their eyes. In my eyes, I know that it's all a lie and a part of me wants to have a lie like that to hide.
Walking around with a happy face and broken heart, a broken mind takes more work than it appears. It seems easy once you break through the mask and see what it truly is.
James