Midnight Ramblings

Hurts

It kills me when I am in front of someone I have known for years and they always claim they know me and know everything im feeling just by looking at me, and yet every damn time I see them they can't see through the firm, hard shell I have placed around myself known as "smile". How many times have I looked you in the eye and begged you to see through my facade, and yet every time you see me, you comment on how happy I look.

I stopped being truly happy for a long time now.