Drowning

We all have been given our little places.

We may not like it but we have to learn how to deal. So, we close our eyes and we pretend.
We sometimes question, but we close our ears... drowning the questions to oblivion. We don't want to truly face the truth. We like to rationalize things and pretend that we are doing well.

Still, there's always that little flicker of doubt... that nagging question that just wouldn't go away.
And then something or someone happens that reinforces the doubts and the questions.
But we know we're stuck. So regardless of the doubts, we trudge on hopelessly believing that we'll have happily ever after in the end.

So, we go on with our little lives.
Pasting that little fake smiles on our lips.
Dealing.
Deaf.
Drowning.