Behind the Veil

"To go wrong in one's way is better than to go right in someone else's...
..Truth never escapes"
 

“Oh my God, you look gorgeous; you HAVE to wear THIS one! It’s perfect!” one declares.

“Eeeeeee HOW do you stay this pretty?! It’s just NOT fair!”, squeals another.

“You’re so lucky, seriously, you got insanely pretty eyes and the curves! I’ve seen the boys look at you!”, a third complains.

She fakes a smile, struts about the room in the dress from Hell and heels that pinch her toes, grin coquettishly at her friends and strike a pose.

They burst out in laughter at the theatrics..

..Until the quietest one whispers from the corner of the room, “Look in the mirror, sweetie. You like what you see, right?”

Suddenly, she’s hushed.

She averts her gaze to avoid eye contact, lest she’d see the truth threatening to give itself away.

The cold, guarded truth.

What you ask?

Do you really want to know?

And then it hits her, right inside the gut.

Behind a veiled face, there exists..
Eyes hollow.

Lifeless limbs, a weary, exhausted, forced smile.

A withdrawn personality, a pained existence.

A battling attempt, a defensive field.

A space-craving individual, an incessant nag.

A worthless person, a megalomaniac.

A dulled brain, an intelligent girl.

A pretty face, a dark expression.

A murky shadow, a dazzling live-wire.

And that’s when I realize: We’ve been raised to be schizophrenic; an appearance of perfection and cohesiveness is a lot more important than genuine feelings.

To be persuasive, you must be believable.

To be believable, you must be credible.

To be credible, you must be truthful.

Mirror mirror, on the wall....

..You don't serve the real purpose at all !!

Smirks***