..Smile..
When you feel like you’re alone,
You don’t realize how many people actually surround you.
They’re strangers, they’re people who could care less,
But it’s through them, past their masquerades, that you start to realize.
It’s easier to pretend you’re someone else -
Wear a mask to hide yourself. Wear a cloak to shield yourself.
In the end, it’ll make you start to wonder:
Who are you really?
You can paint a picture of yourself,
You can tell others how you feel (not really).
But then it starts to get too much,
And you start to feel yourself breaking down.
People can pretend to care about you,
You can pretend to care about them.
Yet, the ice starts to grow, creating a barrier between you and them.
How can you live knowing you have no one?
Smile. Be happy. Dress nice. Be polite.
Manners taught to us all through our life -
Puppets trained to follow every order;
Puppets who can only abide to every wish.
Anyone can judge you; they can look at you in any way.
It only matters what you think about yourself.
Are you free? Are you chained?
Are you becoming tired of pretending you’re all right on your own?
Move forward. Move backward.
Rewind. Fast forward.
It all depends on what you plan on doing now.
Can you live knowing you’ve become a puppet to yourself? To others?
It’s easy to pretend that you don’t care;
It’s easy to pretend that you can smile.
In the end, it’ll all come crashing down on you,
And then you find yourself sinking.
Is there someone underneath that mask?
Is there anyone who’s willing to save you from the crushing waves of despair?
Who knows; maybe it’s all in your mind,
Or maybe someone’s there, willing to lend you their hand.
From the beginning, children are cared for.
Teenagers are taught.
Adults must live.
It’s only the cycle of life.
But this is different.
Pain comes in various forms - emotional, physical, psychological.
It destroys you from the inside, from the outside.
You just have to decide if you want to fix it.
Are you willing to be strong enough?
Are you willing to hold your head up high and walk?
Or are you weak - breaking down before the war is over?
Will you give up before you can grasp onto that silver string, full of hope?
The path is laid out in front of you,
A forked road that can take you to somewhere.
Will it be your future, the one you deserve? Your heaven?
Or a desolate land, the future already planned? Your hell.
Follow orders. Stand straight. Sit tall. Don’t avert your gaze.
Break free from the chains.
They can only hold you for so long,
But it can only be broken if you allow yourself to.
Who are you?
Where are you?
Do you belong here?
Do you deserve to be here?
No. Yes. Answer all of the above.
It shouldn’t matter what they think.
You’re not obligated to think their way.
You need to think for yourself.
Take off the mask you wear, free yourself from the masquerade.
It’s time to take a step forward.
Don’t step back.
Smile.