Hollow cheeks. Pale face. Colorless lips.Tired eyes.
When I looked into the mirror today, I startled myself. I'd never seen myself like this. Stressed. Scared. Anxious. Tired.
Yesterday, I looked okay. Rosy cheeks. Bright eyes. Full Lips. Big smile. Healthy. Energized. Happy.
I realized this is what I really look like, without the mask I put on. I had gotten so good at faking it, I believed it myself.
It's funny how things can change so quickly. One morning, you're okay. You're happy. You're alive, and the next, you're tired. You're worried. You're sad. You're dead.
Then, you try to convince yourself that you're not. Fake smiles. Laughing a little louder. You try to make it not obvious. You try to bury it deep so no one sees.
Things can go downhill so quickly but that doesn't mean everything gets better just as fast. You keep trying to convince yourself because, well, fake it till you make it right? Fake it till they believe it. Fake it till you do, and you eventually do.
But, one morning you'll see yourself without the mask that you made, and all your progress is gone. You'll remember.
At some point, you'll have so many cracks that you have no better side to show anymore, and that's it. You can't hide from yourself anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Musing
De TodoShort essays, maybe even poetry. This isn't a love story written in rhymes or narratives. This is the story that everyone goes through. In this, you will find 2am thoughts, tears, rants, good bye's, and hello's. You will find the little things I lea...
