A puppet show

A little boy. He ate like there’s no tomorrow. Yet, he was starving. A little girl. She was smiling everyday, but now, she’s lying in her coffin with bruise on her neck. A woman. The most successful worker in company. She was going back to her empty home with no will to live. A man. Really handsome one, built well. Last night he fainted, because he couldn’t stop him self.

You can eat whatever you want and still starve. You can smile everyday and not be truly happy. You can be successful and feel like an empty can inside. You can be pretty and not enough for yourself. No one will see you. Put on a fake mask and go outside. No one will see. Live, eat, smile and you will still be empty. Eventually you’ll die. And no one will notice fights that you had with yourself. No one will notice that you were cold. Put your hand in a boiling water, yet you are still cold. That’s because you are drained. You don’t have emotions anymore. You are only starving for love. But you will never have it. Life is cruel for you, but so it is for a little girl, for a little boy, for a woman, for a man. Life is not fair. Be prepared to fall, but also to stand up. Everyone will perceive you differently. You are side character for everyone. Like a puppet. Your life is your stage, but you are not only there. Your job is to be on other stages too. Not as a main character, but as a villain, or tree.