Things are not always
what they seem to be.
Some truths wear a better disguise,
polished enough to pass,
softened just enough
to be believed.
Smiles can be rehearsed.
Silence can mean more than words.
And what looks like strength
is sometimes just exhaustion
standing upright.
I’ve learned to look past the surface—
past the shine,
past the stories people tell
to survive themselves.
Because clarity doesn’t announce itself.
It waits.
Things are not always what they seem to be,
and sometimes the real damage
isn’t what’s visible—
it’s what’s carefully hidden
until no one’s left
to notice.
Through the Fog 