She lay under the grace of her favourite meadow, watching the sky, motionlessly. The dusk only began to set in and she could see the hint of twilight escaping from the trees, pouring the meadow with such a picturesque view. It was no doubt her favourite time of the day. The beautiful surrounding, however, could not soothe her disturbed emotions. Her mind slowly began to drift to that eventful day, the day she found out she was being lied and led on. Heartbroken, but luckily not destroyed.
She knew healing would take a long process. She was well aware of that. What she did not realize was how draining it could be to pretend that she was okay, that she was managing it well. All this time she had been lying. To her own self. To the people she loved, but mostly, to herself. Despite everything she had done or tried to do, she was still very much drowning in her own sorrow. She was far from being cured.
It was so unfortunate of her to be born in such a hypocritical world, where the value of honesty was being put so low. It disgusted her how she was forced out of her willingness to wear that hideous mask she did not even like. It disgusted her even more that she was beginning to like her role. While she was busy polishing her acting skills, her deep, meaningful thoughts remained stagnant at the back of her head. They were refused the privilege of being heard and listened to. The world, she realized, would rather believe all the beautiful lies than embracing the nasty truths. It was pathetic. She was becoming pathetic. That, had turn her life into a living nightmare, she was sure of it. The only reassurance she got was that at least her acting skills would entertain some people, even it was stiff and forced.
Honesty, apparently, is too extreme for this world.
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