All Just An Act

Okay. I can do this
Smile. Sigh.
I walk through the crowd, surprised that no one has realised my false pretence that I try so dramatically to pull off. Or maybe they have given up on me.

My smile seems somewhat insane as I catch a glance in a window passing. My pupils were wide, my skin pale and shallow. Skin clinging to my cheek bones. Dark shadows hung onto my eyes, dragging them with my anxiety. I see my mother, she hurries over and starts throwing questions, hurling accusations like bullets.

I try to calm my mother with a feeble excuse of studying. She doesn't quite believe me but yet gives up with desperation. I carried on through the crowds dodging hellos and avoiding smiles. And sneak away to my special place, alone.