I don't see myself how you see me. I struggle to find happiness most days. I have very little hope in the world. No one sees my pain because I don't like being vulnerable. I'm a rare type of person. But you probably find replicas of me everywhere. I'm a wreck but I hold it together with fake smiles and saying, "I'm fine" about a hundred times a day. If you had even a glimpse inside my mind, you'd suffocate.
