Not A Perfect Life.
Where there's a smile, there are tears and pain hiding behind it. Because we all pretend. We fake a smile and say it's okay. We try to act strong and unbroken, when in reality we are being teared apart and shattering to pieces inside, pretending to be happy, as if happiness was all there was, as if we had the perfect life, without errors or mistakes. But we are all human, born from sins, pretending to be something weare not ... something we will never be. And yet, we walk around fooling ourselves and others, hiding our pain from everyone behind masks.
Can you not seen mine? It appears as something wonderful, but don't get fooled now for all there is is the painful heat of the tears running down my cheecks. So why don't we STOP pretending, takeoff those masks and confront our thruth and fears .. the reality that behind every smile there are tears, pain, and people suffering from deep inside, trying to hide behind the masks .. their reality.
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