Untold

Untold by Lepasha

What if I told you that I’m different? That what you see is just what I want you to see?
What if I told you that this is just a mask that got used to my face and got stuck?
What if I told you the only thing you know about me is my name and how I look? That all the rest is just an illusion I have created specifically for you and served it for you to digest?
What if I told you that I am unreal?…

What if I told you that am dead on the inside? That am just having human attributes because I learnt how to?
What if I told you that you are the cause of my death? That you played a huge role in doing it while thinking it was for the best?
What if I told you, you succeeded unknowingly?….

What if I told you that I’m fake? That am not whom you think I am?
What if I told you that all those smiles that I give to you are fake, my mouth is sealed from the inside and it can’t smile?
What if I told you that you can’t tell the difference between my real and unreal because you are not keen to check?
I know you hate lies, but what if I were to tell you that whenever we talk, 90% is what I spit?..

What if I told you that I’m bitter? That all those times I laugh or smile, I am complaining in between?
What if I told you that I am never happy? That all those times I am alone, I choose to be? That I am lonely and not as friendly as you think?
We indeed tell stories, but what if they are just cover-ups to prevent you from seeing through me?

What if I told you that I am not as innocent as I always portray to you? That I am going through all those routes that you are always warning me of?
What if I am just afraid of you judging me, that’s why I won’t tell you I did it or am still doing it for both of us to have peace of mind?
What if I told you that I am just like the other young people of my age?
I do most of the things they do and I still can’t come clean to you for advice. That if mistakes happen, I correct myself and I make it through by myself…

What would you do if I were to tell you that it was taken without my consent?
What if I told you that I was once speechless. That I cried and you didn’t notice. That I screamed and you didn’t hear. That I spoke and you were not there to listen. That I think that you noticed but you didn’t ask.
What if I told you that I went dumb because I was unsure of what you would do?

I imagined your reaction and decided for you, “Let’s just pray, and everything will work out through HIM. Pray for him to be forgiven just like they did in the book.”

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