The Mask

He used to wear his mask of happiness, that fake smile everyday just to pass another day of his life. He survived. But he couldn't hide himself from the fact that he was lost, somewhere deep in those woods, away from everyone. He was always surrounded by people but that storm of loneliness was vulnerable. Things could had changed in the blink of an eye. The shackles of loneliness were too strong to be broken. Everyone used to laugh around him but they couldn't see the pain within and it eventually seemed that they were laughing on me. He lured for someone to rescue him from this inevitable loneliness, to be there when no one else could. He didn't ask for more. He made his choices. Darkness was always with him. He always used to ask himself,' Can I ever be better than this ?'. He didn't know about being happy for real. He thought of asking someone what happiness is. They had varied answers but none understandable to him. He sailed through the darkness carrying his heart and belief with him and a small hope of light that one day, someone will show up and rescue him from this darkness. He'll be able to see the clear skies again. He would rise from the ashes but his sail never ended. Every morning reminded him that he has to wear his mask else they'll come to know that he is no more what he was before. It had become more like a habit. The mask never left him and he was afraid to let go of it until the day when the change was made to happen.

One fine morning, he woke up and to his surprise, the mask was missing. His adrenaline rushed swiftly through his veins and his fears haunted him. He had to learn to live without the mask and with a heavy heart, he decided to live above his fears and face the fate. 

'You are boring', were the last and the only words he heard without a mask.