Lies

Truth hurts.

So we lie.

To others, and to ourselves.

We try to unsee what’s right in front of us.

We plug earphones on to suppress our inner voice with music.

We deny what we feel.

We say, “It’s just a scratch”, pointing to the deadly scars on our bodies.

We assume that the heartaches are normal.

“Might just be the acidity.” We tell ourselves.

We smile even if it means that we have to use the last bit of strength in stretching our lips.

In all of these, we betray ourselves.

For love.

For togetherness.

For the fake sense of emotional security.

Hoping that it will all be worth it one day,

That what we traded our lives for will lead us back to ourselves,

That if nothing works out, we will get another chance at everything.

Hoping we will get another chance at life itself.