I see the green layer of world coated with a silver lining.Moon radiates silver beams covering everything in a soft light.The darkness peeks from here and there ready to engulf the light.I watch the shadows lurking in the dark ready to lash out.I watch the light chasing away the shadows.

The dark clouds , driven by the wind of night wander in the sky.I watch the moon get covered by a ball of soft wool and the moon making its way out of the darkness.

I walk under the clear sky of the night enjoying the coldness that wraps around me.I was late , but I say that everyone is early.I take my time and walk to the place where I created my whole life , where I made people worship me.

I run inside with urgency , afraid I am late. I see people make room for me to walk. I hear their mumbles,

'Handsome'

'Talented'

'Hot'

'Love'

But I also hear the whispers of their hearts of that is of truth,

' Arrogant '

'Talentless'

'Rude'

'Hate'

But I wonder if that is all they see in me , feel about me. Shame, if that is all they see.Because there is more to me than that.

I am selfish. I hurt people to get what I want . I manipulate people to get what I want . I read people and make their weaknesses my weapons.

Vanity.

Vanity makes me arrogant and rude.

Love.

Fear.

Love for myself, Fear of hurting myself makes me selfish.

I look into their eyes.Their hearts and souls pour everything to their eyes making them open books to me. I see the stupidity of people. I see what is hidden underneath all the veils of protective coverings of lies. I desire to tear them one by one and expose them to the cruel world of selfishness , only the truth within to protect them. I desire to prove that all those pretenses are useless.

Pretense.A word I despise as the act itself. Why pretend if at the end you are going be exposed, one way or another. I have never pretend in any way. I have never pretended to be nice.I have never pretended to be kind , loving , gentle or selfless. I act like myself out in front of thousands of people.I let myself be exposed only with honesty protecting me.It is the people that have created the fraud image of me to quench their thirst.

I step into the room where I created my life. I start talking. I reach out to people with words. I speak the truth . Instead of comforting words I show them the painful truth. They get hurt . Hatred rise from their heart.But they get used to it because they know deep inside that it is the truth. That the harsh reality they try to cover up with pretense and lies is inevitable.They learn that the hard way.

I wind up