So this writing is letting my bees aka my lovely readers know more about my new project for this year labeled

Not an angel

It's a tems fan fiction and a Nigerian book and I hope this little write-up says more about it

Here it goes...

Not an angel

Press, lights, cameras

Everywhere I turn, my lips are always etched into a smile, fake but authentic perfect but with a million flaws. After a while, you get used to it. The pretense becomes automatic like a timer always on and accurate, never passing a second.

But it didn't change the way it hurt, knowing no one understands the perks of loneliness. Filled in a room and still felt alone. No one understands and no one will

My dreams, thoughts, ideas...

The chats and giggles fill my ears turning into mumbles. My eyes felt the immensity of exhaustion but even if I wanted to sleep, knowing I was coming back, awakened to this reality.

The reality of me alone, all alone

And I couldn't say it hurt because maybe it did.

I wasn't afraid to admit it because it always hit me hard on my face never forgetting to leave scars deep in my heart and everyone knows what happens to scars...

They heal but the mark remains...

Evident...

I try to stand but their words smack harder and the thought of ripping their mouths apart I wouldn't lie has crossed my mind a few times.