Sometimes people eventually get so tired of faking it that it starts showing. Their partly chapped lips can no more hide the words that were never to be uttered. Their eyes can no more hold back the tears that were longing to roll down and give comfort, maybe the only possible solace. The lines on the forehead appear denser than before. The real image can now be seen, not beautiful anymore, appearing sordid, filthy, something too intolerable for those delicate eyes to see. That is how harsh the truth is. Who wants to show the truth? Who wants to reveal their innerself? Who wants to be beautiful no more? Who wants to be the best actor?
The world is still a stage but we aren't actors anymore, just mere puppets.