I’m a professional photographer,
but people don’t pay me to take pictures
of the beautiful landscapes.
Nor do they ask me to capture
the best moments of their lives.
Because my camera doesn’t capture
mere illusions to make broken families believe they are happy.
What my camera captures
is the ugly truth lying behind the mask people wear.
The photographs I take
don’t show the smiling faces standing in front of my camera.
The photographs I take show husbands and wives hating each other,
children with rotten faces, traumatized or depressed,
friends who despise each other,
and in the worst case,
my photographs show the demons hiding inside their heart.
How many years have I been waiting
to see a smiling face
on the other side of this cursed object.
But I grew tired
of being hated,
for showing people the truth they refuse to admit,
for giving them a chance to end
their unnecessary misery.
With the rope of death around my neck,
I decide to take one last picture.
How sad is it to see
my camera showing me
my own smile
as I leave this hated world.
Source: Capture the truth