It is sad when you can't pacify a person who is the reason for your smile. It seems like a rose plant placed in a dark room. It's the most beautiful thing you have. But you can't save it because its stem is covered with thorns. May be it is meant to be there. Laughter was not in his blood. But still, he faked a smile and stayed pretentious to the world. He was a candle that brightened everyone's life but no one realized that he was burning himself to spread the light. People scared him that he has a disease. And his innocence lived in that falsehood. He assumed his dreams to be a mirage that cannot be achieved and he eventually stopped trying. But now he is no longer a clay that can be moulded into any shape but a ceramic which is no longer fragile. He stood up like an iron man. Hard from outside but sensitive from inside.