Short Stories

Three- Truth in a lie really a lie?

Living in a world with a greater pain then release can help is hell.
Yet living in a world of pain with no release is a greater hell.
It leaves you getting eaten from the inside out,
Leaving you hopeless, empty.
It hurts.
The fear of pain makes it stronger.
You hold it back until it breaks,
And it just keeps rebuilding and re-breaking.
Over
And over
And over,
Until you just nearly notice your rebuilding again.
But there's always the fact that someone out there has it worse but you don't know who.
So you keep it hidden and play it strong for them,
Because seeing their pain is a greater pain then yours.
Your the anchor.
Everyone sees you as the one who can take what ever is thrown at them, when really they are screaming inside...
Screaming for something to happen so they can feel something.
You can be happy, you can smile...and laugh so easily.
But you can't break out of the painful barrier that you built to keep everything in.
Hidden from everyone...even yourself.
The only difference is that you know it's there.
Your the one screaming and clawing at it.
But you don't do a thing about it...
And no one else does because they can't see it behind that honest smile and laugh,
that you fool yourself till your breaking again.
Though I have no reason to feel the way I do.
I ask why?
Why do I?
Why do I have an aching loneliness with so many people around?
Is truth in a lie really a lie anyway?