FAKE MASK
By: JessaBars
Curly or straight hair. Murena or white skin, striking are the drawings and colors on the face that look like the work of a great painter. The thickness of the foundation that smoothed the tired look of the face that longing for love and understanding. The one who seems to feel the warmth of acceptance and the coldness of being ignored by those you consider true friends. The beautiful combination of eye shadow color on your eyelids that accentuates the dark morning. The eyes that seeing beautiful and painful scenery, events indoors with your family. The black color on the side of the eyes asking questions, tired holding back the tears wanting to drip, eyes wanting to cry. The thickness and blackness of the eyebrows that give emotion to your face. Eyebrows that judge what behavior you have. The thickness and redness of the lipstick on the lips. Those who want to speak and shout out loud. What? Why? How? These are just a few of the first words that are spoken next to the words you want to give or find an answer to. What? Question that answers directly. Why? Question looking for a reason. And How? Question seeking explanation.
I suddenly remembered the face of a child playing in the middle of a straight day who does not care if it is hot, sweaty or smelly as long as she can play flip, damp, chase, hide and sick, cards and jumping rope, didn't care even if injured. And every time it rains she paddles happily. I remember the face of a child spotless of any pretense. Her eyes glow because they are full of fun, no problem. She's most open and only words are all truth, without the stain of lies.
One day the child learned to pretend and locked herself behind the mask, hiding because she was afraid of being judged. She wanted to pretend that everything was nothing and that she was fine. Where is the child who lies in the truth? It seems that the lie has wrapped up and escaped the real feeling. The pain of failure, judgment and insults of others.
One day in the middle of the nightmare of pretending the child woke up and cry, sob, roar like a baby. For a long time of pretending the child smiled and fully accept every mistake, fully embraced herself. Promised to be happy and deal with all problems no matter how hard and difficult it is she will continue to fight.
Do not be like the child who learns to pretend. Do not hide or be afraid of the truth. Do not confine yourself to a lie. Do not cover your face with your true feeling. Because even if you are in pain, never be afraid to be hurt again. Do not hide who and what you are. Do not wear the mask of others. Do not hide the scars and bruises, the pain and suffering because even we do not know each other, He the one you call God knows you.
Nice article