I am smiling.
I am laughing.
I am playing.
I am talking.
I am waiving.
I am not.
That face those looks those actions.
It's a lie........a lie.........a lie. all of this is a lie
Why can't you see, how can't you tell that this is just a mask.
oh because you thought it's my real face because it's covered in flesh and blood.
I want to rip it of, take that face and throw it in the trash.
That is not me, that is not who I really am.
That person in the mirror is fake.
I........have no face.
I pretend to smile so I bring joy to others, to hide my pain, to be given a fake smile from under a mask from another faceless person.
To compensate those feelings I don't understand no more.
But mainly I am desperate for a safe haven.
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Not all those who smile are happy, nor all who cry are sad.
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I Was Here Once
RandomThis is just some random stuff like a rant of depression and emotions that I would like to see if there are people out there feeling the same way. Most of what is going to be written here will be a true story. I shall not reveal the identity of the...
