What is real?

Here I stand gazing aloof, what I notice is something peculiar. I see scars all over screaming out their agony. But the separation was too much that I couldn't reach. Those painful eyes that caught mine, questioned me "Isn't there a way out of this?" Honestly, I didn't know what to say and all I did was just turned away, like always.

I carried on with my busy routine, with a huge smile on my face like nothing, ever happened.

Was I faking something? Not really, this is how I am.

Thereafter, I could never meet those painful eyes filled with agony, eye-to-eye. As I was deceiving my own inner reflection.