Hey buddy. I am that beautiful lie each time we meet by chance. Wanna know why I'm a beautiful lie? 'Cause I act differently in front of you.
Not like being plastic or a hypocrite; it's deeper than that.
I act so casually to you; I've been trying so hard to look and sound casual. Takes a lot of effort, trust me.
But God knows that's not how it should be like. And you don't know it. You can't know. You should not know anything about this no more, I don't see the need anyways.
It's a different type of feeling I have inside, and you don't know it.
You might not know it still, even if you look me in the eyes.
That's because I'm good at pretending. See? You didn't even notice this.
I started feigning. It's all a masquerade between us; 'cause feigning is where I'm pretty good at, I would say.
At times that I should wince, grimace, scowl, shudder, flinch, gasp, blench, ache, throb, sting, or hurt from your actions, I could always manage to hide these emotions and replace all of these hankering sensations with my fake smile.
And the other folks walking by don't have a clue.
There are some things in the world better off not knowing; I guess this is one of them.
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