There you are, sitting over there. Surrounding you are people in mirth, in happiness, laughing with joy, smiling and joking. Who knows, they could be just pretending. You, just seem to be out of place. You try to smile, it's easy, right? After all, it takes up more energy to frown than to smile. However, it's too much of a challenge, just to raise the edges of your dry lips. You just want to leave them hanging there. Inside, agony is swirling about, tainting every organ, making you feel so miserable. You just want to leave the world sometimes, maybe there's a such thing as another world somewhere outside there? You don't know. You'll never know. Someone turns behind, looks you into the eye, smiling with pure joy. That smile, it was sincere, but not well expressed in a certain way. She notices something amiss, and asks what's wrong. You couldn't take it, pondering about what was going round in your body. You shut your eyes, placing your forehead on the table, letting all the poison from your body flow out. You were crying. That person was concerned, maybe? She told you not to be like that. She doesn't understand, does she? Having pride in yourself, you wiped away those fatal tears and try to act as if nothing has happened. "Everything is okay!" that's what you were thinking to yourself. You even curled the edges of your lips, but it was just like make up you've put on. It was just a mask. Inside, you were even feeling more horrid, as if you were rotting. You wanted to let out everything, but that would attract unwanted attention, and criticisms. It's so hard to smile, when you just feel like you're going to shatter into billions of molecules any second. This is just something called the cruelty of reality, and to top it off, it's just the beginning.
