The Story I'll Never Write

17

I was taught how to be stone cold, self reliant; to hold myself high and poised with a ready smile, ready to conquer the world.

So I learned from early on to only cry behind closed doors, on dim lights, without sound; to howl in pain silently, to break down without anyone knowing, and to never ask for help, because when no one sees you suffering, do you really suffer?

Much like when a tree falls in a forest, and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?

I can always just pretend that whatever pains me never happened, and I can always go back to face the real world, pretending I'm okay.