It all starts with a cry. The first pure cry. And then everything changes. You keep growing up. Little by little. And so does something else. At first, it's an itch, one you can't scratch away. You grow a little. So does this itch. You keep scratching harder. Trying the best to keep it at bay. But you soon realise the reason it isn't going away. You realise that it's coming from inside. You learn to live with it. There's a smile in your face but your insides are hurting. But you learn to deal with it. Unchecked and unfettered, it grows. It gnaws at your insides and before you know there's a pit in your stomach. Now you can feel it's presence all the time. Soon it's not just you who feels its presence. Everyone around you can feel it too.
You arch your lips harder and harder but it somehow keeps falling flat. You try to gentle your eyes but your eye brows don't listen to their whims anymore. Now, you clench your fists more than you stretch your cheeks.
Sometimes in the loneliness of the night, you wonder: Why is the pit? What is the pit? You know the answer. But yet it's somehow intangible. You deny it's hold and in that denial you fuel its growth.
And maybe the next morning, you look at the mirror, you clench your fists and before you can think, it flies off. But in that chaos. In that broken reflection, you see the truest image. You see the mask undone.
So. Do you give in? Or, Do you fix it and move on?
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