Wearing a mask...
"You're a nice person...", "You're really nice" ... These are all you people say and think... But how do you define nice? How are you going to judge? You all don't know well enough to comment...An apple may looks fresh and juicy from appearance, but it's rotting inside... Happiness may be shown most of the time, but hurt, pain and sorrow settles deep in heart... Wearing a mask to face people is bad... it's so fake and insincere. It's tiring, but probably this is a better choice.
"Share your unhappiness with your friends. You will feel better." I don't believe in that. Sharing with you all just magnify the unhappiness because instead of 1 person feeling sad, it extends the sadness to so many people. It doesn't mean that you will feel better. So I would rather not let others share my unhappiness. Let me be the only one feeling unhappy. Probably your joy can help me to get over my unhappiness instead.
A choice made, an action taken. Once done, there's no point of return. Should it be a right choice, that will be good. Should it be a mistake made, there's nothing we can do. Some mistakes can't be forgotten. They carry torns with them. They hurt you, and at the same time, they hurt people around you...
I'm sick... I'm tired... I want to remove this mask... but I don't want to lost the smile on it... Will there be a smile on my face? Where's the happiness I once had? Am I happy? Am I sad? I really don't know...
My world is raining, but yet there's also raindow. The raindow is so pretty and bright, but the rain darken the whole place. Is this still beautiful?
posted by 薇妮 = ωεϊŋΐ ™ @ 12:41:00 pm
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