What if I.....?

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What if I told you that am different? That what you see is just what I want you to see. What if I told 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 specially for you and served it for you to digest. What if I told that 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 am fake? That am not whom you think  I am. What if I told that all those smiles that I give to you are fake and my mouth is sealed from the inside and it can't smile? What if I told you that you can't tell the difference of my real and unreal because you not really keen to check? I know you hate lies,but what if I was to tell you that whenever we talk,90% its what I spit?..
   What if I told you that am bitter? That all those times I laugh or smile am actually complaining in between. What if I told you that am never happy? That all those times I am alone,I actually choose to be. That am lonely and not as friendly as you think. Its true we tell stories,but what if they just cover ups to prevent you from seeing through me? 
       What if I told you that am not as innocent as I always confirm to you? That I am going through all those routes that you are always warning me of. What if 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 a peace of mind? What if I told that 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 was to tell you that it was taken without my consent? What if told 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 "Her." Pray for her to be forgiven just like they did in the book."

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