Life isn't easy, life isn't fair either. Whoever says otherwise is lying. The truth is: the world is full of liars and you know how I know that? I'm a liar too. We recognize liars because we're liars ourselves. I smile when I'm supposed to, I pretend I understand what people are saying because that's what they expect me to do. I would spent an entire life telling you all the lies I tell. I wish I could tell you why life isn't either of those things but I don't know. I ask myself that same question every five minutes but I never got an answer. I don't think you did either. But life sucks sometimes doesn't it? I know that much and I bet so do you. We bite our lips, close our eyes to stop the tears from escaping and ask ourselves "What did I ever do to deserve this?" right? Then we look around and see that everyone seems so much happier that we do and that's when we look at ourselves and ask "Why me?". But look again. People around us are suffering too, I know sometimes it seems like the only person in pain is you but that's not completely true. Today you cry and tomorrow someone else does. Life is hard not just for you or me, life isn't easy for everyone. It's stupid how everyone around us seems so careless about our pain. Sometimes we are so much in pain we asks ourselves how is the world still spinning. "Can anyone see me?" you ask again but the real question is "Can you see them?". We know we're in pain because we feel it but we can't expect other people to know we are suffering if we don't tell them because they're not us. We don't know when other people are in pain, we ignore it too. You know why? Because like I said we're liars. We lie all the time. We lie when we pretend to listen to other people stories, we lie when we tell someone they're pretty in that stupid t-shirt, we lie even when we smile. We are all liars, each and everyone of us. That's the true, that's who we are. Humans feel pain even when they've a smile upon their face. And we are humans after all, we are made of flesh and blood so that means everyone of us bleed, we just don't go around telling everyone about it. Would you know I was sad if I didn't write this? I bet you wouldn't. But that's ok because that's what we do. We go around minding our own business, going on with our lifes and expect people to notice our pain, to look through our smile and see our tears. We expect people to see things they can't see. We blame people for ignoring our pain but don't we ignore theirs too?
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