Everyday I put on a mask with elaborate shades and tones. No one will ever know what’s behind it. The pain that’s deep inside, the tears that flow every night.
Once the mask began to crack and piece of me began to pierce through, began to shine. I looked around to see if anyone would notice, that they would see my pain and want to help. “Are you ok?” They would ask and I would say “I’m fine” and with those two words the cracks in the mask are filled in. The pain is covered with another layer of concrete.
Why didn’t I tell them what I was going through, why didn’t I let them in.. I was ashamed.