I don't talk a lot...it's not that I don't want to it's just that I'm afraid of what I might say.
What if I said something that upset somebody? What if I said something that makes someone HATE me?
I'm also afraid that if I spoke out loud to someone about my feelings that they'd laugh at me for doing so. So, I don't. I keep my mask on, never take it off, and pray to God that no one sees my tears as they fall.
I keep absolutely everything to myself and I don't let a single soul know what's going on with me. I'm better off on my own anyways.
If anyone asks? I just nod and say, "I'm fine", followed by a fake smile.
When, in reality, I'm not. I'm DYING on the inside and all I truly want is for someone, anyone, to be there for me. And REALLY be there for me, not some other fake person who doesn't care and pretends to, a REAL person who DOES care and helps and listens to what I have to say.
But, deep inside, I know that I'm never going to find anyone like that in my life and that I'm too afraid to do so to begin with. So, I sigh heavily as I stare into the mirror, cover my face with my mask and cry, knowing that no one will see me do so underneath the mask that I constantly wear.
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The Quiet Kid's Diary
De TodoThis story is basically me writing down my feelings. Enjoy with caution. Some content may be too graphic for some readers. Always practice self love and don't forget to spread kindness to others as well. Love you guys.
