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Fake Declamation

This document describes a person who puts on a facade of always being happy, optimistic, and problem-free for others while hiding their true feelings of sadness, despair, and unhappiness. They feel they cannot say no to others or express their true feelings for fear of disappointing people. Behind the mask, the person questions who they really are and if their true self even exists anymore beneath all the lies and disguises.

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Fake Declamation

This document describes a person who puts on a facade of always being happy, optimistic, and problem-free for others while hiding their true feelings of sadness, despair, and unhappiness. They feel they cannot say no to others or express their true feelings for fear of disappointing people. Behind the mask, the person questions who they really are and if their true self even exists anymore beneath all the lies and disguises.

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RAKISA USMAN.

MIKUNUG

“FAKE “

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


I am happy. People think that I’m optimistic, talented and smart. I am religious. And I have many friends. But
do I look like that? Do I? I hope you’re convince by this synthetic. Most people envy how perfect my life is.
How I don’t have problems and how I seems to be fine with everything. But am I?

I always smile and agree with everything request.


To be fine with everything my so called friend wanted. Do they know that all there seeing is fake?

A mask of fake happiness and glee. That the problems 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 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 ask my mother to cut the afternoon church club meetings, guess
what she bladed?

No god will be disappointed at you, she said. I wanted to reply, “Well if you put it that way “or “sure if you feel
me guilty “Do I have a choice? But all I can do is to agree and pretend that I don’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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