RAKISA USMAN.

MIKUNUG

“FAKE “

I got this smile. I skip and play like a kid.

I am happy. People think that I’m optimistic, talented and smart. I am religious. And I have many friends. But
do I look like that? Do I? I hope you’re convince by this synthetic. Most people envy how perfect my life is.
How I don’t have problems and how I seems to be fine with everything. But am I?

I always smile and agree with everything request.

To be fine with everything my so called friend wanted. Do they know that all there seeing is fake?

A mask of fake happiness and glee. That the problems is, I cannot say No. have they thought of my feelings?
Are they even my friends?

That every time I see them, I have this smile that no one ever dared to disbelieve. This sense of optimism
everyone envies? It’s superficial. In fact, all I think of is sadness, despair, hate and often I just can’t go on
anymore. Does anyone know that? Once I ask my mother to cut the afternoon church club meetings, guess
what she bladed?

No god will be disappointed at you, she said. I wanted to reply, “Well if you put it that way “or “sure if you feel
me guilty “Do I have a choice? But all I can do is to agree and pretend that I don’t ask anything.

The saddest part is with all the masks, my disguises, my covers... All the lies... Everyone seems to believe.
No one knows how gloom, how depressed… unhappy I am. No one, none of you people. None of you dare to
doubt. I don’t know… I if I still know who I am beneath. Is it even there? I don’t know.