Sunday Morning

So it’s currently Sunday morning, around 9:00. I’m up and ready for church just like I’m supposed to be. I’m now going to go to church with my family and pretend that I’m not broken, that I’m perfectly okay. If I fail, people will ask questions. Questions that I don’t know how to answer. “Are you okay?” “Why are you upset?” “What’s wrong?” I can’t deal with that. So I put on an act. I put on a show. I make it seem like everything’s perfectly fine. So no one asks questions.  That’s one thing that I’m pretty good at, though. Pretending. Lying, I guess. Being able to act like the happiest person in the world, when in reality, I’m not okay at all. Just put on a smile and make them think that all’s right with the world. 


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