“You’re doing well” they say,

if only they knew the truth.

How my quest to hide from conflict,

my need to save others from hurt,

mean my pain hides inside.

My despair, an invisible noose around my neck.

My anxiety forever knots my stomach.

My tears only come in the safety of darkness,

when I am alone with my thoughts.

The daylight sees only my smile.

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