Writer wishes to remain Anonymous.
People are constantly asking me if something is wrong. It’s as if they can read my mind by merely looking into my eyes. I don’t know what they see, but I believe them. They say I look tired. They say I have sad eyes.
A friend of mine once told me that even though he appeared to be enjoying himself he was really empty inside. He told me that what you may see on the outside does not really relate to what is on the inside. I believe him now. A laugh on the outside, a sigh on the inside. A smile on my face, a lost look in my mind. It’s better to just lie to everyone. To act like everything is in its place.