Why is it so easy to put on a smile when I don't feel happy?
When did I become so insensitive to my emotions?
Where did I learn to put this mask of deceit?
What stops me from finding the truth?
I look at myself in the mirror and ask, "Who am I?"
I am not sure how to explain this one, but I ponder this some nights. It does fascinate me how our body reacts to specific events that we experienced. But sometimes, it's tough to understand why we might feel like this. Is it possible that we are indeed complex beings, and our emotions are deeply rooted in ourselves; therefore, it is difficult to understand how we feel, truly? Or perhaps, is it just blissful ignorance where we choose not to understand? I, for one, definitely don't have a general answer for this, but I think the truth is in the eye of the beholder.
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Lestin Wilson
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