I am a liar who is stealing all the credits for smiling and living through all the small moments and calling it life.
But I know I am not brave, it’s just too monotonous. Waking up, grooming myself for the world, a toy that just needs a twist to run.
I live in a world that is so messed up. In justice, greed, hate, jealousy, on every street corner. In every heart. I live in a world where human worth is measured in bank balances and Facebook friends. Where the proud are exalted and the weak go unnoticed. Is it supposed to feel so pointless?
But the truth is, I am just doing exactly what everyone else is doing – having nothing in my heart but being appreciated for lying and living.