Fake

Taken by the bus stop

A hush, an unnoticeable gag and a rude gesture.

It was not expected by this brat especially on a fine Friday when he atypically decided to crawl up from his humble crib extraordinarily earlier for today. He hung up a smile, the one where he kept under the piled,  grimy drawer.

Within a swift, it was all crushed by a muffle. He wondered by himself, “what did I do to deserve this?”

The room was cynical, reigned by a defeatist with the utmost pressure of gloom darkness and murkiness. Slowly, it spread, infusing those who approached the near corner. Within such perimeter, not many wants to even try to take any step further.

Sooner, it reached a point when the brat finally realized that such opposing force only applies to certain people. It was a long run for him to grasp the slightest understanding on such condition. Take a mirror and you’ll see your own reflection but place a mirror here, it shows not a reflected object but a line of different faces even though reflected by the same person. So many faces, confused at which is true or bogus.

He faced the one who portrays the most reluctance, unwillingness and despise, always being shunned, ignored when he trusted this one person to lend a helping hand. Worst, being retorted just because he couldn’t fulfill his standards to be at the similar par as her.

But things are different for others, he wonders how many mirrors does this person carry in her bag? How many masks does it need to be put on in order to make her realize.

Wretched to know that attitude couldn’t be changed in a day.