Pretending

All of us tries to hide our real feelings and use it as an escape goat. To act as if everything's seem ok, making others believe that it is the case even if it is not. Are we really that afraid to show off our true color? To live in a world full of lies. Is this a part of our life that can falsibly make us contented? But veritably cuts deep.

Sometimes desiring a limbic system weir is not as bad, impossible but it could regulate our feelings well as it modulate the flow of the river. We knew it will leave nowhere, futile and yet we still opt to stick to what we think could make us blissful. We roar with laughter but no one sees our gloomy side. We attempt to understand circumstances and actions shown to us but we frantically cannot. We mask our tormented facet just to show that certain person that we are not affected. Acting like a brave hero but truly a coward inside.

Controlling hurdles is almost beyond bounds. Falling into the pit of depression rots our interior, it vigilantly alters our sentiment. We cannot simply shake off those blues as we wish. We must learn to live with it.

Can we really love without asking anything in return? Fighting and waiting for that weeny chance, savouring every moment you had with that special someone without stipulating, unrequited yet still sacrificing and giving your all. Inspite of the emotional agony we are into, spontaneous events in our everyday life can depict something we don't want to anticipate.

We can never teach our hearts, we can never muffle what we feel. Maybe it is worth the pain, just maybe..

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