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The document describes a person who puts on a facade of happiness and optimism for others, hiding their true feelings of sadness, despair, and unhappiness. While most people envy the person's seemingly perfect life, the person questions whether their friends truly know them and whether they have a choice in how they present themselves. Beneath the masks and lies, the person is unsure if they even know who they truly are anymore.

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Fake

The document describes a person who puts on a facade of happiness and optimism for others, hiding their true feelings of sadness, despair, and unhappiness. While most people envy the person's seemingly perfect life, the person questions whether their friends truly know them and whether they have a choice in how they present themselves. Beneath the masks and lies, the person is unsure if they even know who they truly are anymore.

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FAKE

I got this smile, I skip and I play like a kid.


I'm happy. People think i'm optimistic, talented and smart. I am religious.
I have many friends.
Do I look like that? Do I? I hope you're convinced by this synthetic, this
fake smile of mine. Most people envy how perfect my life is. How I don't
have problems and how I seemed to be fine with everything.
But am I?

I always smile and agree to everything request. To be fine with


everything my so called friends wanted. Do they know that all they're
seeing is fake?

A mask of fake happiness and glee. That the only reason is, I cannot say
no. have they thought of my feelings? are they even my friends?

That every time I see them, I have this smile that no one ever dared to
disbelieve.
This sense of optimism everyone envies? It's all superficial. In fact, all I
think of is sadness, despair, hate, and often I just can't go on anymore.
Does anyone know that? Once I told my mom to cut the afternoon
church club meetings, Guess what she bladed?

No God will be disappointed to you, she said.


I wanted to reply "Well if you put it that way" or "Sure make me feel
guilty. Do I have a choice?" but all I can do is agree and pretend I didn't
ask anything.

The Saddest part is with all the masks, my disguises, my covers. . .all
the lies. . .Everyone seems to believe. No one knows how gloom, how
depressed. . .unhappy I am. No one, none of you people.
None of you dare to doubt
I don't know. . .I if I still know who I am beneath.
Is it even there? I don't know.

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