Easier to Pretend
We all wear masks.
Whether it's the guise of flattery, the cloak of sincerity, or the illusion of interest, we all hide under their rich folds. The realm of fantasy is always a welcome escape from reality; it's always much easier to pretend than it is to be.
But then, one day, you'll wake up and the moment you look into a mirror, you'll see something… Black. Shadows. Watching. Waiting. Crawling. Being. Mine. Reality. Underneath that mask, that illusion, you'll begin to see the sinister silhouette of your true nature begin to emerge, its shadows beginning to creep out. The writhing darkness of the abyss will open up... Pretend that it isn't supposed to be?
The moment you see it, you'll be afraid- and the moment you're afraid, you'll slap another mask on and then another and another… Until you're satisfied that whatever It is, It can never, ever come back to haunt you. By then, all these disguises will have grown on you, and you have to work to make sure no one notices they're false- because they might see the ugly beneath. But that's alright… because it's so much easier to pretend.
I've lived in this world of pretend all my life. Hiding, refusing to see what awaited in the mirrors. Because the moment I do, it might come out. If it ever did.
I couldn't bear it. My sensei couldn't bear it. My brothers couldn't bear it.
But I don't need to worry- I have so many masks in place, it could never, ever claw its way to the surface. I like the mask I have in place now, and I think everyone else does to.
As long as they're happy, I'm happy. That's how it should work, right?
I'll be okay.
I'll be just swell.
I'll be peachy keen.
I'll be just fine... as long as it's easier to pretend than it is to be.
A/N: A drabble by Achird~ I found it rotting away in the computer's hard drive, so I asked her to finish it. :3 Thanks sis, you rock!