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Wear a mask that grins and lies, it hides our cheeks and shades our eyes.
The debt we pay to human guile, with torn and broken hearts,
we smile … ~ Paul Laurence Dunbar
You know who you are. The one who dons a mask to hide the pain. Your countenance contains no clue to the misery locked behind the walls of your heart. To the outsider looking in, your life is good. Productivity equates to happiness and when someone inquires of your well-being, your natural response is “fine,” of course. But fine, in your book, means breathing. Able to function. Equipped with skills at compartmentalizing betrayal, disappointment and shattered dreams … without self-combusting. You believe if you pretend long enough, the difference between reality and fantasy will blur, making it impossible to discern. So you smile and attempt to fool those who know you best. Because if you succeed, the lies have a greater chance at becoming truth and no one will be the wiser. Especially you.
Do you hide a broken heart behind a mask of lies?