It is not the fear of being who I am, but the interest in not getting asked questions pertaining my mood. I feign happiness, and I am proud to let you know. I am sanguine outside, and melancholic inside. The truth is I am two-phased. And it is a feeling of delight and serene on its own.
I pretend because I have to. It is not that I wouldn't like to share my feelings with nobody, it is only restraint of multi-people in my life.
I pretend to the extent that I make you believe my happiness. How would you tell me to forget the turmoil of the brain that was caused by people? How do you expect me to be fully cheery after all the exposure? You must be toying.
Pretence is a shield for me. It has tuned me to be a coin of two sides. I try as much to love so as to forget what I heal inside, but love is not working. I pretend.
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