Disappear face

I never imagined that my life would turn out like this. I built a locker with a collection of all the oddities from my travels. No, I didn't take any pictures or compliments myself. I only left my existence. In my twenty-five years of life, every sign has remained to me a lifeless piece of rubbish. Another pointless entry is made in the Diary of the Invisible Man. However, such an intention was never in itself.

Now the time is ripe, and many people around me have started fantasizing about me. They think, socially, I will excel and be successful. I was intelligent and smart enough at that time. But there was turmoil within me, anchoring me in various stages of life. My family and society defined who I was.

They were creating a world of lies about me. They were presenting me to others based on their handmade lies. Although I didn't have anything for a solid social game, it felt like a game to me. A mask was made for me in childhood. I spent most of my life wearing that mask. The mask was designed and fitted on me. It was not new to any child. Every family decides their child's future from the moment they give birth. One wants to see one's children become doctors, engineers, and lawyers. Which one was prescribed for you? Does no family need to ask their child what they want to be? Thus we do not realize when we lose our existence.

Eventually, we slowly began to disappear. Everyone is busy finding their place in this world in their own way. Anyway, for me, everything became more straightforward because of the family because they had already decided everything. Since then, I have started living my life wearing the masks they made. Gradually I feel invisible. If someone asks me, is this genuine smile on your face always? Then I will lie. I will try to convince them that it is not an artificial smile. People find a place in the world to survive.

Sometimes no one wants to trust others and doesn't want to depend on anyone. When you turn on others to clear your path, you will see cracks forming within them. The fracture will continue to intensify no matter how hard you try to patch it up. I cannot write my own laughter or sadness because both depend on others to create. Failure gives us the strength to stand. And the future created by others keeps us invisible. We only hear the inner cry, which is invisible to others. They are only satisfied with the smile on our faces. As long as we keep smiling, they have peace inside. Whenever we want to laugh at ourselves, storms will arise around us.