Masquerade.

I am weak. I may look like someone who stands tall with inner strength but inside, I am frail. Like a little leaf that's easily blown, I am vulnerable. I live in fallacy. I hide behind a mask of sunshine. Yes, I smile and laugh a lot. I look like someone who doesn't have a care in the world. It may seem that I bathe in happiness, but are you sure that there isn't a …

…out this to anyone, not that I don't have a way with words. I'm not spineless either, mind you. It's just that I was brought up to be autonomous. I grew up without someone to hold on to; alone when fighting the mental and emotional battles that ravishes my entire contents. I learned how to be independent not because I wanted to, but because I had to. This is my life. A story of deception.