The Mask

It is a way we all disguise our true emotions. My family are masters at it. I see my dad deal with mental illness, and he hides it all under his mask. He is the best at it. I have watched him my entire life master it. He puts on a smile to make it look like he is happy, but I see the sadness underneath. My mom puts on this mask of being so kind and helpful. But behind it is a manipulating woman who will tell you if you don’t believe in God the exact way she does, you are not on a good path. And the church she goes to is the same. They say they don’t judge others’ beliefs, but behind their backs, they say that you are going to hell. That is why I left that place and my mother will continue to try to make me feel “guilty” for leaving. But I don’t let her words control me. I know she hates that her attempts have failed, but it makes me stronger. I will not tolerate Christians like that. Other family members put on the mask as well. They put on a face that they are genuine, but they are not. It seems like the only way to separate from the cursed family is to leave. I will end this family of masked faces.