Can I tell you a story?

Can I tell you a story?

One morning, I saw a girl.

I looked at her.

She was hiding her tears.

I passed by her.

When I suddenly looked at the window glass.

I saw her.

Her reflection in the window glass.

And her tears start pouring.

I wanted to stop it.

I wanted to comfort her.

But she’s crying so hard.

And she talked and said:

‘I am tired.

I’m tired of being strong.

I’m tired of pretending.

I’m tired of being happy.

Or am I really happy?

I’m tired of being kind when I’m not.

I’m tired of living up with everyone’s expectations.

I’m just tired of living.’

I stared at her for so long.

When I realized I saw myself, mirrored as her!

I saw myself crying

I heard myself talk.

Am I really tired?

Am I really happy?

Am I?

Note: I posted this on my Instagram and blogspot page:

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