Michael tried, he tried so hard to entertain everyone around him, clowning with his unbreakable facade every human that talked to him, spitting poison and then claiming it was honesty as everyone without hesitation, drank his words, trusting the shameless clown in front of them.
"Michael, you're so funny!"- had said one of his friends after Michael cracked a joke as his thoughts crashed like a race car against the cage he so called his head.
He smiled, because that's what clowns do, they smile, hiding behind that make up, behind the jokes and big rubbery noses, but Michael forgot that clown can also be scary, either way, that's something that he'll realize soon, maybe, too soon.
"Well, I have to go."- he had said walking away to the place he called home, to the very warm parent that waited him and to the siblings that annoyed him to death. He had a nice family, he cared about them and they cared about him so you'd think they trusted each other enough to let their feelings out.
No, the facade never left Michael's face. He wanted to take it off, tear it apart, smash it with a hammer and break it into pieces on the ground, but he couldn't, because after that facade there was nothing, it was just a blank face, a very blank face he so called himself.
"I hate mirrors, every time I stare at one a stranger looks back at me."
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Michael
Short StoryBased on a true story [short story] TW- mental health and self harm Michael was your average boy, with average grades, smiling wherever he went, until things start to happen. Hidden monsters beneath his skins start to show, whispering in the back of...
