“Six Feet Under”

She saw them all.

Her parents, first of all, were sporting faux tears and red noses, in front, leading the long line. They were locked in a tight embrace, a hypocrisy she has always been familiar with. They were also whispering words of love like they have never shouted at each other till their throats bled just a few days ago.

Her so-called friends were patting each other’s backs, telling their own stories of her which were pretty much just a load of bullshit. They sung her praises and called her beautiful, as if they have never called her foul names behind her back last week.

Her relatives who never even got to know her shed tears and told anecdotes that she was pretty sure were made up on the spot.

She saw them all. After this, they’d go back to their perfect little lives and forget all about her. That’s what they’d do, when they know she’s already six feet under.


This short piece is actually an innermost thought of mine. I’ve felt this way before but thankfully, I’ve always been proven wrong every time I assume that everything I see is a hypocrisy.


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