Countenance - CAirgetlamh

See how the eyes, they flicker. Betraying the true emotions that lurk deep beneath. A crack in the visage, a fault in the lies, a glitch in the matrix.

It's too much effort, to maintain this illusion, yet it is expected. All these people and their pretence. The lies they weave with their kind smiles and sympathetic tones.

Is a smile appropriate? Should I laugh at that? Is it a smirk or a grimace? Do I look bored, disinterested? I should, it's the truth. But can they see it?

Is it any wonder, that at some point, a crack appears?

The End

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