A Rambling

I wrote this one night when I was in one of "dark" places. I don't have them very often, but when I do, they are pretty bad. It isn't finished because per usual writing got me out of it, and after the moment was gone, it was just. . . well. . . gone.

There’s a moment; a moment when you have to break down and admit to yourself that things aren’t exactly what you want them to be. Every day you walk through the steps you have memorized. You smile. You laugh. You sing. You dance. You make everyone else happy. You make everyone else feel like they are worth a million dollars. You convince everyone else that you are that smiling, happy, carefree person. You play the part so well to the others that you convince yourself that you are that shiny façade. You do everything everyone else’s way cause you don’t want to rock the boat. You don’t want to tempt the hands of fate enough to make people realize you aren’t quite so sunshine-y all the time, and you’re so good at this act you believe it. Until the moment hits.

The moments are the worst, because I promise you, that those of us with the sparkly, smiley outsides, most of the time, have the darkest corners. Those of who make you feel the best can feel the worst about ourselves.