Facade

What is visible to one,
is merely a front being put up.
There's no telling what's real and what's not.
Because nothing is what it seems,
when there's more than meets the eye.

O, how hard rejection hits you when you bear expectations. It's challenging putting up a brave front for all the world to see. This is the time when no one is able to read how you really feel, because of this act you put on, this non-verbal lie you're telling others. You smile, barely, but still managing, while the people move away, thinking you're doing fine if not awesome. And this facade, it lives on.


"I don't care, I have no luck,
I don't miss you all that much."
-Torn, Natalie Imbruglia