The Facade That We Put On
Written by Roopa Radhakrishnan
There is a part of me that wants
to be brutally honest to you,
that wants to bring out the
hypocrisy that consumes you,
But I try my level best to be nice to you.
I pretend to like you,
in order to maintain peace,
in order to not offend you
But you’re calling for trouble yourself,
digging your own grave by calling me
fake and all those other terrible
things that no one wants to hear.
If I’m fake, then so are you, so is each
and every individual that exists in the world,
Not by choice but by a lack of choice
Rather than finding fault in others,
I hope you look at yourself first.
Portraying an image to satisfy others
is not something I’m happy with
Nor do I intend to continue this facade.
Okay, I will stop pretending,
but will people start accepting?
Can they deal with the real me?
I asked this question because
the world revels in fakeness
Everyone wears a mask, hiding their real
self and projecting a faultless image.
You say, you want to remove the
fake masks that other people wear
In the process, will your own mask will stay intact?