The truth is, I always weep in silence. Some people may see me as a person who is full of hope, but they don't know the pain that I am carrying every single day. They don't know the pain that I have to cover with a smile just so I can get through another day without feeling lost. They don't know the dreams that I had to let go of because I thought they were not for me. They don't know how my heart sinks every time I think about the things I know I deserve but never got the courage to fight and stand for. They don't know how hard I tried to hold onto that small hope that keeps pushing me through. They don't know how I always choose to put on my earphones just so I can temporarily drown out the thoughts inside my head. They don't know how I suffer in random places when I'm alone and cry over things that seem out of control. They don't know.
But even if they don't have the slightest bit of an idea about those underlying feelings, I will still put a grin on my face because that's what I think I was born to do. Perhaps I don't want to pass on to them the heavy feeling inside my chest, and I don't want them to feel pity when they look at me.
As long as I live, I will cling to that hope because I know that someday, when I'm healed from the agony, my heart can finally smile and say, "I'm okay!"
