Notes: 115 / 1 year ago
from whatifwerealiens (originally from unsettledheart-deactivated20111)
I am a pretender. A faker of my true soul. I wear a mask, visible to some, unseen by most. I do the opposite of what I think and of what I feel. I deceive others but I decieve myself more yet I am not even half scared. Like me, you play roles far beyond from real your characters. And though we hate it, we just couldn’t stop. We have been fakers for more than a quarter of our lives. Pretending is actually scary, really, for the faint hearts. But you know whats scarier? It’s when after all those pretentions, we suddenly unveil our scarred faces. Try to look at yourself in the mirror. Stare at the reflection. Just stare, don’t talk nor smile. You wouldn’t see your true self. If you say I am wrong, you are lying. It is not you. Your true self would never reflect in that plain, lifeless looking glass. What you see is mortality. The real you is beyond what you see. It is in the depth of your soul and more often than not, you do not recognize it. There are two reasons why we hide behind a mask-we hate being an outcast and we love to fit in. No matter how you deny it, you know you will never live alone and differently. Tell me being unique would raise you above others, I will fearlessly tell you that you are hypocrite. The socail climbers are ultimate fakers. I hate how they act in front of the society but I could not hate them personally. I know they strived not to be left out, to somehow feel love and belongingness. The pseudo-intellects could not also excuse themselves from the fakers’ directory. They are individuals who assume to be more intelligent than they actually are. Oh yes, they boost their undeserved egos by pretending they know more than what others know because in this JUDGEMENTAL WORLD, those who know less do not have a right to wear a gold crown. If only the world hasn’t made its own definition of things, we might not hesitate wearing off our masks.