One-Shots/Short stories

a mask

i see my friends walk closer and i prepare myself for the lies i'm about to make. i don't like lying to them it's just..they can't know the truth. i put on my best smile and act energetic and happy. i make sure my sleeves are covering my arms and they're too busy talking about some book to notice my bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks. i'm grateful for that. but sometimes...i want someone to look past the mask i wear and to just understand the pain and torment i'm going through. but of course that's too much to ask for. so everyday i put my mask on and plan for the day i die .