It kills me the most, how she lies to herself. Masking her insides, not a soul to understand her. She continues the lie, she’ll do anything to keep her happiness. No matter what… she doesn’t want the pain. She doesn’t want to feel the rejection. It’s too hard to bare. She rather be loved from the mask she puts on everyday and be happy. Never to be truly seen, never to have anyone to appreciate her worth. She is happy… and she’s okay with that….
I can only imagine for her if she was loved by her heart and not by her face.
The face of anyone can lie but the beating heart never lies.
⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋
So many I’ve seen, spoken with, came to know them so well. I’ve seen the true beauty in so many. It’s a tragedy when they’ve given up to their mask. Trying to please the world they’ve lost their identity. -Writer J