when everyone's just against you, and you feel like you're lower than dirt.
when your world is just crashing down and all of your emotions are just messed up.
when you don't even know how to feel, what to even feel and what's your next step.
- the second face.
people are two-faced.
the first face is the face they show to everyone — the happy face.
the face that everyone sees, not knowing what is happening behind the mask.
they don't question themselves, asking 'is this person really okay?' or 'i wonder if she's forever joyful' because they're just so occupied with their own things. everyone says a 'hello' to the first face, and the first face greets back a warm 'hey', but deep inside hides the second face.
the second face is what everyone has. the face they dare not show anyone. the shy face which actually shows so much more emotion than the first. but the second face never appears. it appears at night, when almost the whole world is sleeping.
when the second face can't take the pain anymore, it will take out a razor and start sharpening it's emotions, cutting off all the pain away, but leaving scars. the second face says 'hey it's okay, the first face will clean up the mess for me.' and so the first face does.
the first face wears a jacket, or perhaps many bracelets, or maybe even covering it with concealer, hiding all of the damage that the second face has done. the first face tells everyone who asks that it just "accidentally" scratched itself somewhere, and "everything is fine". but is it? no. and the second face will know this very well.
at the end of the day, both faces are the same person. and either way, the person is hurting herself.
i'm fine guys, everything is fine.
- the first face.
this was a pointless blogpost, so don't go criticizing it asking why i wrote this in the first place. this whole thing was written with my whole heart, of what i'm feeling now and what i want to write. own blog, own perspective, own emotions, nothing owned by you.
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