Themes In Carl Sandburg's 'The Hidden Truth'

As the story opens, already the reader is confronted with the topic of concealing the truth. The narrator speaks

Circumstances define the actions an individual takes. Building self-confidence is achieved by changing the belief of our self-image. Realistically, makeup is a tool for hiding pimples, blackheads, and unwanted features, more like fitting into the society of beauty. Whereas hormones cannot be controlled, and pimples pop out ridiculously without consent. Perhaps, weakness cannot be hidden, but provide a lesson of empowerment. Stephen’s self-doubt that increases by him convincing himself he is guilty of his insecurities. It is admitted, “Convinced that he had been guilty of babyish weakness.” Which, assesses the confidence of doubt he sources. The “glass roses”, in the story was portrayed in Stephen's mind, as “pretty little flowers made of red glass.” But in great detail, resembles a solid phase of Stephen and his insecurities. And once the roses shattered, we see Stephen constantly revising it in his mind, as beautiful; exemplifies the vigorous break free of Stephen’s insecurities. Progressively, he determines the beauty of resiliency and self-confidence.

Days she’s determined to make everything work — to balance both her worlds, pushing through her normal life and making time for everything, everyone, for things that will make them happy. Their questions became more, and this made her pull herself back slightly, further from them and more to him. She’s trying, though. Still, they slander what she has with him with their words, and unknowingly who she is, the parts they haven’t got to know yet. It’s wounding. She tried sneaking up to her room at the crack of dawn to avoid when drenched in mud, her clothes torn to shreds, blood dripping. They had seen it and retreated from her quietly, getting in the car for school.

Andrea sat in the break room, waiting for her shift to start at 8:30, her long, crisp black hair covered the back of the seat. Andrea had her face deep into paperwork but, then noticed Mary walked into the room and looked up, took off her glasses and wiped her forehead. Andrea’s porcelain skin, looked like it has barely seen any sunlight, or even touched. Mary and Andrea had most of the day piled up in paperwork, except for their breaks. At lunchtime, Mary added to her stories of sleepwalking into the forest, including the one early in the morning.

“Fine,” she looked up as a man with a scar running down his cheek smiled sinisterly. She didn’t trust him, she moved to try to get out of his reach but he pulled his arm out. Her eyes widened in horror as his fist came forward, she had stopped crying, watching the fist as if it was coming at her slowly. When it hit her face she barely registered it, it didn’t hurt, only stung and sent a shock through her body. Another fist came, then another. Her vision was going blurry, she heard them say something but she couldn’t make out what it was as her body fell limp against the seat and her eyes shut, unable to handle the pain in her

On her head, she donned a short, black, and slick bob. She cut her hair that way in order to look classy, even only at certain angles. This morning, it was a struggle to keep the stray hairs in place, so she skipped taking a selfie. She had many times proudly called herself ugly in front of her friends, but can't stand the ugliness she was seeing in her reflection. She wanted to be paler, skinnier, taller...

Lying has a negative connotation in society. Once word goes around about an individual being a liar, the brutality of ostracizing commences, as if the world doesn’t possess enough pressures already. Yet, everyone lies, and lying can have positive benefits. We lie to protect our loved ones, to protect ourselves from harmful individuals or situations, and to avoid information going into the wrong hands. However, there are lies, such as rumors, that are used to destroy others identities, social life, self-concept, and those who habitually need to lie to feel more reassured of themselves as individuals. Lying’s powerful capabilities are bittersweet to say the least, but within justified moderation, they can pull that three-week-old unidentifiable murky colored gum off from the bottom of your shoe.

She stares at herself in the mirror, examining every self inflicted scar from picking scabs. Her skin tone is grey and dull. Her hair has gotten oily and unkempt. She stopped caring about her looks and was not aware of it. There are age spots on her face that seem to have appeared over night. She touches her face and strokes the bags under her eyes with her finger tips. She looks now at what used to be a beautiful smile and cannot believe that her teeth have decayed, they are almost gone. It saddens her and she looks away. She feels ashamed of what she has become. She looks back at the mirror only to be looking into her eyes. With a hoarse voice she utters the words, “How did this happen?”

The world have not learned because people are dying senselessly. A little 3 year old boy died trying to leave with his family on a raft and drowned. He was found on the shore of turkey. In the camps people are being killed fighting over blankets. also they are starving to death.

For hundreds of years, if not thousands, civilizations on earth have been at war. War is used as a means to forcibly end disputes, gain political power, resources, and goods and services. Whether this conflict is essential or for mere preference, it is discretional and debated widely. Just how an old dog cannot be taught new tricks, countries never seem to fully grasp the wisdom from the past. As a result, the repetition of conflict is nearly inevitable. Such can be seen in the Barbary Wars and how it politically, socially, and economically impacted the future of piracy. Though old dogs cannot be taught again, their youth can. When given the knowledge of the past, they are given the wisdom of the future. Through enlightening people all around

Humans have the tendency to believe what they want, and do as they please for their benefit. By embracing a range of falsehoods it’s easier for a person to live an invisible life rather than to live in reality, were suffering does not exist and everything can be overcome. Using literary work such as, Native Son, and Battle Royal, we can illustrate how deceiving ourselves can impact what actually happens in our life.

We all lie in our lives just for something stupid that may be no use to you or us all but what matters is how much the lie impacts the current action. One of the main key factors to this section of my vision is lying one of the most ongoing problems for society to live it’s like a creed embedded. Say that man was the light that shined from the stars and the lies were the shadows and darkness, the lies hides the light that once shined throughout the lands but now it’s covered by a cocoon of lies we would be that dying light. I’m not saying it’s bad but it’s a common issue that’s been long term such as greed and self petty for yourself, it’s a gene in man’s code. I knew a kid from Washington from a school called Lydia hawk elementary, he was nice guy with heart but he had a mind that haunted me for years. We traded of toys on bus one day and I told him to not break the toy, as soon as he left the bus he tossed, smashed, and even bitten my toy then say his dog did it. I reported him to the principal’s office by the next day, I asked him why he did this event and he said that he was using me to so he could destroyed all things that I love but a toy that’s pathetic. He lied about my friendship so he can get close to and take everything that I owned, sad part about it is that this situation has occurred 3 times in my life. I hardly trust anyone now with

Shallash begins her short story by demonstrating how seeing her horrible and real face, for the first time, in the mirror “my hair was disheveled and my face stripped out of makeup” (Shallash, 1) made her think again of her fiancé, Fouad,

This 384 page novel is a quick, yet very emotional read. Maisie, a sixteen year old track star, is struck by an electrical fire while out for a morning run; this cost her a forehead, both cheeks, and her chin. This book displays the painful recovery of depression and how to love yourself. As Maisie receives a partial face transplant, she soon feels as if she is some freak of nature meant to be stared at. Most importantly, this novel teaches that one cannot battle depression and darkness alone; with help, one can learn to accept the their situation.

The only thing Prim was sure of was the world she’d once lived in was very different to the world she was living in now. Primrose Everdeen lay on her bed staring at the pale grey of the ceiling in complete darkness. Since the reaping, her daily life had felt so surreal, to the point where she was certain this was all a dream. Prim’s balance of reality had toppled over and everything she was once certain of has been cast into doubt. Prim sat up slowly, carefully getting to her feet, worried the ground may not be as solid as she once thought. She floated down the hallway, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the wall. Her blonde hair hung lifelessly over her narrow shoulders, her skin was pale and colourless. She paced down the narrow