Smiles and joy is what you see, yet despair and anger is what lies beneath.
There's a façade, a curtain of untruths that I cover myself with.
Yet no matter where I go, whatever I do, that façade follows me, cascades over me, haunts me.
Like a ghost that has no body, no purpose it dwells over me.
And like a ghost, it scares me.
It scares me to think that I've numbed myself to save myself from those feelings of despair, disgust, and hatred.
How can people expect me to feel love if I numbed myself to the feelings of the despair that surrounds my very person?
There's few who have the ability to see through, very few who can see the devil that dwells within.
A select few who knows me truly and fully.
Perhaps they are the ones that love me
Perhaps they are the ones that despise me.
I may not ever know the people who truly care, or those who hate.
But there's one thing that I do know..
There's at least one other who shares my façade, who shares this curtain of untruths.