A smile.
Upward curved lips—declaring a person’s delight. A frown.
Furrowed eyebrows—vividly defining disapproval. It’s simple.
Don’t overcomplicate it; view everything on a surface level.
You’re smiling before my eyes.
I can see you’re fine. Not that I’m worried anyway. You try so hard but barely any progress was made.
A pathetic “tough luck” pierces you deeper than any arrow could.
You’re not asking for much, despite your persistent effort. Why isn’t there any element of hope?
Almost like a prison sentence, you’ve served overtime submerged in adversity, though the pain drowned your agonised cries.
You’ve become numb. You mindlessly follow what’s become a routine.
Silence is your daily greeting.
We distanced abruptly; you were too quiet, I only grew tired. I let the torment poison you,
venom coursing through your veins.
It feels warmer in your lifeless, cold vessel.
It’s my fault you’re stuck in this ditch. Accuse me for your impending doom. I fell for your sickening lies.
Some believe I shouldn’t blame myself, but if only they knew…
I was whispering to my reflection. Constantly making excuses.
Why couldn’t I have dug deeper?
I should have noticed my own sunken eyes, my low-hung shoulders, my slouched posture. I’m losing this game,
with myself as the ruthless opposition. But wait…
Are you for real?
When was it all about winning?
I’ve betrayed my passions, abandoned my dreams…
Why must I rush through everything? Am I cooking a burnt meal on high heat?
Why do I exist miserably? When was this life so unrecognisable?
I want to live…with a contagious happiness that makes me smile till my cheeks hurt.
A smile is a weapon of deceit, dig deeper!!
A frown isn’t difficult to misread. What’s the real motive?!
My time is limited.
I won’t waste my energy where it goes undeserved and unnoticed. There’s something better, preordained for me, for you, for us.
We must stay united and ask ourselves: what’s behind this false image? I assure you once this facade is torn asunder,
something unprecedented lies beneath.
Look into the mirror, if you heed these mere words… And ask yourself this:
“Am I For Real…?”