The mirror calls me a joker

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I was siting in front of a mirror; a mirror that promised to show one the real self. I touched my reflection in the mirror as if I were feeling a whole new person in front of me. I kept on staring at  myself expressionlessly. The mirror I was confronting never lied and now it was saying hat I looked like a joker. 
A tear dripped down my cheek as my eyes had started overflowing. The silent teardrop ran down my cheek but I kept on looking at the mirror. It was difficult and painful to hide my grief. I blinked at the person in the mirror, but didn't speak. I was sensing the feelings of that person. All the agony, perplexity, helplessness, we had faced it together. No one, but we understood each other's emotions. Moreover, the person had just cried with me. A soft thud startled me and I hurried to make up my face and remove all trace of that tear. The tear had revealed a portion of the real me. It had washed off the fakes I had put up on my face and I had to revert back to my former appearance before someone could discover what I felt. I did my make-up and looked towards the mirror once more. with hopeful eyes. It still said that I resembled a joker.
The pain was unbearable.There was no gentle way to withdraw me from that spot. I was doomed to fight it alone. There was no one to stand up for me. I was pricked by each thought of mine and so, I felt that my own mind was against me.


I continued to look at myself. I took my forefinger and thumb to stretch my lips into a pretentious smile. They went back to what they looked like before, the moment that external force didn't help them. I had to faked a smile in front of everyone. I couldn't go around with a face exhibiting my agony. I gathered the little amount of fighting spirit left in the corner of my heart and fake a smile yet again. It was happening! I could do it! Even when I smiled without a heart, the honest mirror snickered at me and called me a joker.
I was trying my best to conceal my pain for some time and to pretend to be elated. I was trying hard,and I was finally doing it!
All of a sudden, I heard my name being called out. "Coming!" I answered and rapidly consoled myself. The truth was no one would like me if I were sad. I had to be full of glee to make others glad. No one cared what was in my heart, I knew. All they wanted me to do was to fool around with a grin and make others happy.
"And, now, we present to you" I heard a voice on the microphone from outside "A joker!"


With another made-up smile, I put on my red round nose and heard the mirror calling me a joker yet again. After agreeing with the mirror, I rushed out for the show with my fake smile still on.

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